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a home for people with “special” needs.”
     
    “Me? Why, because I speak the truth? What none of you are willing
to face?”
     
    The tension in the room stretched to the point of snapping. Birdie
shifted in her chair. Griffin slowly chewed his food as if the conversation
around him didn’t have squat to do with him. Tink hung on every word with a
shady smile waiting for a full blown fight.
     
    Emma looked near tears.
     
    How dare Drew cut her down in front of everyone at the table. He
didn’t know her. Megan felt her cheeks burning. She took a swallow of tea
wishing she could fish out an ice cube to cool her forehead and cheeks, maybe
then she wouldn’t have the overwhelming desire to walk around the table and
claw Drew’s eyes out.
     
    ‘Charm’ my ass, the guy didn’t have a clue what the word meant, and
he definitely didn’t have any.
     
    Drew had yet to take a bite. He stared across the table at her.
“You don’t have a filter, do you?”
     
    “A filter?”
     
    “Yeah… to keep you from saying the first stupid thing that pops
into your head!”
     
    Tink laid a comforting hand on Megan’s shoulder. Or maybe he
sensed she was about to rise up out of her chair and the hand was there to hold
her in her seat. Emma spoke, “Don’t think he’s dumb, because he can’t talk. He
hears and understands everything you’re saying.”
     
    To prove the point Griffin gave Megan a lopsided grin. A smile
that said he took no offense to her questions.
     
    “I better get to cleaning these dishes,” Birdie exclaimed her
chair squealing across the floor as she came to her feet. She stacked plates in
the crook of her arm carrying them over to the sink. The other’s followed suit,
and before long the kitchen was back to being quiet.
     
    Later, Megan found Drew in his room, or what was now her new room.
She couldn’t wait to crawl under the covers and sleep until noon. “What are you
doing?” she snapped not sure she liked him anywhere near her things.
     
    “Getting a blanket for the couch, and a few of my things. That
okay?” Drew stepped quietly to not disturb the others in the house. He went
around the room doing just what he said, collecting some of his belongings. He
said, “Listen, we may have gotten off to a bad start. I think we should forget
everything, and start over. No sense making this harder than it has to be.”
     
    She paused by the door. “I agree.”
     
    Hands full, he brushed past her, stopping in the doorway. Bodies
less than an inch apart, their eyes met for a brief moment. His where brown as
a delectable piece of sweet, forbidden chocolate. Long dark lashes complemented
the color well. Someday, some simple-minded girl would find herself lost in
those eyes. Too bad the guy didn’t possess a single quality that would keep a
girl.
    “Drew, I am sorry for kicking you out of your room. Really, I am.”
Her tone was boarding sarcastic. Yeah, she could play nice, but she didn’t buy
his whole “lets forgive and forget” attitude. “I wish things were different. In
a perfect world, you and your friends would still have a home, I wouldn’t be
here and none of this would be happening. I’m doing you all a huge favor by
forcing you to move on. You can’t remain idle forever. Not at my expense. You
do understand, don’t you?”
     
    “That’s awful nice of you… thinking of us.” His eyes dipped down
to the swell of her breast visible in her low-cut tank top. “If you really want
to help, you might want to try putting on some actual clothes tomorrow. The men
around here aren’t blind. It’s misleading to give a man any ideas, if you’re
not prepared to let them sample the goods.”
     
    “You know….for about five minutes, I actually felt sorry for you.
You don’t deserve my pity.”
     
    “I don’t want your pity.” He noticed how fast her breast rose the
angrier she became. Quick breaths he felt the warmth of, but refused to respond
to. She was a cold, heartless