Out Of Line (7 page)

He elbowed me in the ribs. “I like the idea of being friends with a Kennedy. It sounds impressive, don’t ya think?”

“No,” I managed to say with a straight face, but then I ruined it by laughing. “I’m not as cool as them.”

“I think you’re just fine the way you are,” he said. “How did you manage to come here without security?”

My breath caught in my throat, but I refused to read into that too much. “Dad wanted to send private security with me, but I refused. He probably sent some out here anyway, knowing him.”

He tugged on his hair. “Do you think he’d do that?”

“I
know
he’d do that.” I played with the string on the side of my bikini bottoms, not wanting to look at him when I told him this part. “They’re probably watching us right now.”

He gave an uneasy laugh. “If so, they’ll probably kick my ass for taking you surfing.”

“If they’re smart, they’ll never show their faces.”

He snorted. “Should they be scared of you?”

“Scared of how I’ll react? Yes.” I stood up and held out my hands. “I want to be normal. Have normal fun and kiss normal boys. Study late at night and party occasionally. Is that so
wrong
?”

“Whoa.” He stood up and grabbed my hands. “I didn’t say it was.”

“I know. Sorry.” The righteous anger seemed to disappear, leaving me as deflated as a leaky balloon. “I get all worked up when I think of those sickos out there, following me around. Watching everything I do. I mean, get a life. Who in their right mind takes a job watching someone else 24/7? It’s like being a glorified stalker if you ask me.”

He gave an uneasy laugh. “Come on. Let’s get some coffee and forget all about the men possibly watching us.”

“All right.” I took a deep breath and dropped one of his hands. “This time, it’s on me.”

He stiffened. “I’d rather—”

“And so would I. We’re not dating. We’re friends, and friends split bills.”

He hesitated. “They do,” he admitted. “I have to ask. Why is it you never had friends?”

“Uh…” I nibbled on my lower lip. “Well, not many of them passed by Dad’s scrutiny. If their parents had even a whiff of scandal attached to their names, we were done hanging out. The few who did pass were major bitches.”

“Ah.” His fingers flexed on mine. “What about boyfriends?”

“Please,” I scoffed. “Do you really think they passed Daddy’s test?”

He flinched. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse. I stopped trying after tenth grade.”

“What about in Europe?”

“Not a chance.” I tightened my grip on his hand. “I had security with me the whole time. I met a cute Italian boy while I was there, but that was it.”

His thumb stroked the back of my hand. “
Ciao, bella
.”

“You speak Italian?”

“Nope. That’s all I know,” he admitted, laughing. Dropping my hand, he stopped at the coffee stand and propelled me forward with a hand splayed across my lower back. “Ladies first.”

My cheeks went all hot, and my body all tingly. From a simple touch. “Uh, a nonfat iced mocha, please.”

“I’ll have a black coffee,” he said, smiling at the barista.

The barista almost dropped the cup in her hand, then dipped her head low. I rolled my eyes, but realized I probably looked that stupid around him half of the time. I shook my head. “Don’t you ever branch out? Try something new?”

He eyed me from under his shades. “I like my coffee black.”

“Did you ever get a mocha or a latte?”

“Nope.” He shuddered. “I don’t drink girly coffee.”

“It’s not girly. Besides, if you’ve never had it, then you can’t know that you don’t like it.” I headed for the end of the counter. His hand stayed on my back, as if he didn’t want to let me go. And I didn’t want him to let me go. I pulled a twenty out of my bikini top and handed it to the cashier. It had actually stayed dry.

“Because I know.” He cleared his throat. “Did you seriously just take money out of your bra to pay?”

“It’s not a bra. It’s a bikini.” I shot him a grin over my shoulder. “But yeah. Strippers do it, why not surfers?”

He grabbed my coffee and handed it to me. “Did you know two out of six dollar bills have been shoved down a stripper’s G-string at one point in time?”

“No.” I shuddered. “Thanks for that.”

I dropped all the ones I’d gotten back into the tip jar and walked toward our bench. Our surfboards still sat there. God, I loved California. In D.C., they would have been gone within seconds. I could get used to this place. Used to the way of life. Especially the cute surfer boys who came with it.

“So, you ready for school to start tomorrow?” he asked, blowing on his coffee as he sat down beside me.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I held out my drink and pressed my straw to his lips. “Take a sip.”

He clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. “No.”

“For me?”

His eyes flashed. “You don’t play fair.”

“I’m the daughter of a politician. What did you expect?”

“Touché.” He leaned in, closed his lips around the straw, and took a sip. When he pulled back, he swallowed. “It’s not too bad, I guess, but I’ll stick with my black coffee.”

“Hm.” I lifted the cup to my own lips and sipped. I couldn’t help but think that my lips were where his had just been. I wished he would kiss me again. Wished he would stop being all honorable and stuff. As I pulled back, I flicked my tongue over the tip of the straw. “Tastes good to me.”

He leaned in, his gaze on my mouth. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. Waiting to see if he’d stop fighting and start kissing, but he froze a few breaths away from me. “It’s okay.” He leaned back against the bench and took a long swig of his coffee. “So, what else are you doing today, Ginger?”

Hello, change of topic. “I have this thing,” I mumbled.

He sat forward. “What thing?”

“Does it matter?”

His gaze pinned me down. Made it hard to concentrate. “Yes. Friends tell each other their plans.”

“What are yours?”

“I’m going to lay around in my boxers and watch TV all night. Maybe drink a few beers.” He pointed at me with his coffee. “Your turn.”

I was too busy picturing him in his boxers to fight him. “I’m going to the soup kitchen to help serve Sunday dinner.”

He paused with his cup halfway to his lips. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” I took a long sip of coffee, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. “It’s important to give back to the community.”

He set his coffee down and cupped my chin with his thumb and finger. “You’re one amazing woman. You know that, right, Ginger?”

The nickname that had once annoyed me sent shivers through my veins now. “Not really. I’m just a college girl.”

“Most college students are too busy partying to care about feeding the poor.”

“I’ve gotta share what I can.” I shrugged. “It’s only right. Karma and all that.”

He pressed his lips together, seeming to be stopping himself from saying something. “I’m going with you. I want to help.”

“You don’t have to,” I protested, even though my whole body quickened at the thought of spending more time with him. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I know you will.” He brushed his thumb over my lip. “But I
want
to go with you.”

“All right,” I said breathlessly. “Wanna pick me up on the bike at six?”

He laughed. “I created a beast with that thing, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” I stood up, tossed out my empty coffee and grabbed my surfboard. “I’ll be waiting. Don’t be late.”

It was almost time to meet up with Finn, so I hurried down the stairs, my heart beating a little bit faster than usual. After I warned him not to be late, there was no way I could be late myself. He’d never let that slide. As I passed the last dorm in my hallway, a girl came out and grabbed my wrist. “Hey, you the one who put all those designer clothes in the communal room?”

“Uh, no.” Well, crap. I didn’t think anyone had seen me earlier. I tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The girl adjusted her top. The top I had put in a box for others to take a few hours ago. “Darn. I could’ve sworn they said it was the redhead in 123.”

Well, there went my career as a super spy. I had tried to be sneaky about it, but I couldn’t help but share some of the clothes my mom constantly sent me with the other people in my dorm. I mean, why not? I’d seen and heard how some of the students didn’t have much money for clothes…and I had too many. That’s all. “Nope. Wrong room.”

“Oh, well, sorry. I just wanted to say thanks. I’ve always wanted a Gucci top.”

I smiled and waved over my shoulder as I started down the hallway. “Well, if I figure out who it is, I’ll pass the message along.”

“Thanks.”

I made a mental note to put more Gucci out next time Mom sent a care package. Most of the stuff went to the local homeless shelters, but it didn’t hurt to anonymously help my fellow classmates, did it? As I pushed through the doors to the outside, I smiled at the sight of Finn waiting for me. He leaned against a tree, looking completely at ease in his board shorts and red T-shirt. His ink stood out even more against the contrast of the red. When I approached him, he cocked a brow.

“
I’m
on time.”

“So am I. Look at us, being all grown up and stuff.” I patted his arm. Hot damn, his arm was hard. And huge. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

He fell into step beside me, like he always did. I wished I was bold enough to grab his hand again, but he’d clearly told me he didn’t want anything to do with me, romance-wise. So I kept my grabby hands to myself. “Have you ever helped out at a shelter before?”

“No.” He stole a quick look at me. “That’s probably pretty crappy of me, huh?”

I shook my head. “Nah.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why not?” I stopped at his motorcycle. As I watched, he climbed on and handed me his helmet. Maybe I should have went out and bought my own earlier. Then he would stop insisting I use his. Would that look too forward? Be too pushy? I had no idea. “Shouldn’t you be wearing this instead of me?”

“No.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Now put it on.”

I took the helmet. I could argue, but I knew when it came to my safety, he wouldn’t budge. He was a lot like Dad in that respect. Once again, the niggling doubt that said he’d been sent here by my father to befriend me came to mind. I shoved it down as best I could. Finn hadn’t given me any reason to suspect him. Just because the past hadn’t worked out so well for me didn’t mean history was repeating itself.

After shoving the helmet over my head, I climbed on behind him and held on tight. The whole ride to the soup kitchen, I went over all the different ways he’d proved he wasn’t Dad’s lackey. He’d kissed me—which Dad would never allow. Taken me surfing—which Dad would hate. Driven me around on his bike—which Dad would flip his shit over. And he was…Finn.

There was no way Dad would send a guy who looked like Finn to protect me unless he was blind, dumb, and stupid. Or incredibly naïve.

We turned into the parking lot, and he shut off the bike. I removed the helmet and handed it to him, but he was too busy scanning our surroundings as if the Big Bad Wolf lurked in the shadows or something. I nudged him with the helmet and he took it without taking his eyes off the people around us. “I don’t like this setting.”

I followed his gaze, but saw nothing out of place. A man in tattered clothing sat on the ground outside the door, but he looked harmless. Hungry, but harmless. A woman leaned against the wall a few feet past him, watching us. Her face was filthy, but her eyes seemed kind. “Don’t be a hypocrite. These people just need food.”

Finn looked at me again. His face softened and he cupped my cheek. I liked it when he did that, but I had to remember it meant nothing to him. Not like it did to me. “Your kindness might be the death of you.”

I climbed off his bike, letting his hand fall to his lap. He quickly followed me, staying close by my side. I stopped walking, giving him a stern look. “I don’t need protecting.”

“I’m not.” He threw an arm over my shoulders. “I’m just being friendly.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Sure.” As I approached the woman I’d seen earlier, I reached into my pocket, took out a gift card to McDonald’s, and pressed it into the woman’s hand. “Here. For this week.”

The woman took the card and smiled at me, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you.”

I nodded, uncomfortable with the gratitude. This should be something more people did, and it shouldn’t bring about such appreciation. I wished I could help everyone. I went to the man on the other side of the door and did the same. He thanked me and fell back asleep.

As we entered the building, Finn shook his head. “Does your father know you do this?”

“No.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “I use the money he sends me every month. He always sends twice what I need. Sometimes more.”

Finn fell silent, but he looked at me weird. As if I was an enigma he couldn’t figure out, which was silly. It was a simple matter. I had money, they didn’t. Easily fixed. It wasn’t exactly rocket science.

We walked up to the woman who looked to be in charge. “Hi. I’m Carrie, and this is Finn. We’re here to help.”

The woman eyed me. Her weathered face cracked into a disapproving frown. I’d been judged and found wanting within seconds. “You okay with getting your hands dirty? A pretty little thing like you?”

Finn stiffened. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know—”

“It’s okay.” I placed a hand on his arm. There he went again, going into knight-in-shining-armor mode. It was cute and all, but I could take care of myself. “I’ll be fine. Where do you want us?”

“The kitchens. You’re on dish duty.”

I nodded and headed for the kitchen. Finn started to follow me, but the woman stopped him by stepping in his path. She barely reached the bottom of Finn’s shoulders, but he stopped instantly. “Not you. You’re out front. Watch for trouble and break it up if it starts.”

He hesitated. “I’m with her.”

“I’ll be fine back there.” I shooed him away. “Go be a protective Marine for someone else tonight.”

“All right.” He gave me a hard look. “Don’t leave this building without me. Not even for air.”

I saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “Good girl.”

I shook my head and headed into the kitchen. The whole way there, I could feel his eyes on me, but once I got inside the kitchen, I was too busy to focus on Finn. The rest of my night was spent scrubbing filthy dishes. By the time I was finished, I was coated in a sheen of sweat and feeling pretty darn gross.

I came out of the kitchen and scanned the room for Finn. He was at the door, his arms crossed. He looked more like a bouncer at a popular nightclub than a volunteer. I shook my head and smiled. He looked as out of place here as I did at the fancy balls Mom always dragged me to.

The woman in charge came up to me. “Thank you for the help.”

“Thanks for letting us contribute.” I swiped my wrist across my sticky forehead and then reached into my pocket. “Do you mind if I leave these with you? If any families come in, or anyone you know who needs the extra help, just give them one.”

The woman took the gift cards, but her forehead wrinkled. “Are these all from you?”

“They’re from Senator Wallington. He likes supporting the less fortunate.”

The woman’s eyes lit up. “Wow. A politician who actually cares?”

“He tries.” If Dad ever found out about me spending the funds he sent me on someone else, I could at least point out that it helped his campaign. That would end the lecture pretty fast. I squeezed the woman’s shoulder and winked. “Remember him if he’s ever up for president.”

“I will,” the woman said, wonder in her voice. She headed straight for a family eating in the corner and gave them two cards. When the family looked my way, I smiled and headed for the door. Time for me to leave.

Finn stood there, watching me. When I reached his side, he looked at the family who had just received the gift cards. “More Robin Hood acts?”

“Yeah. And?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Let’s go home and eat something ourselves. I’m starving.”

My stomach chose that particular moment to sound like a hungry beast. I pressed a hand to it and smiled at him. “Deal.”

“Islands?”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been to Islands…”

“I’ve never even heard of it. What is it?”

“Only the best burgers this side of the Mississippi.” He handed me his helmet. “I solemnly swear that you’ll never be able to eat McDonald’s again once you’ve tasted their burgers.”

I laughed. God, he made everything so much fun. “Oh yeah?” I put the helmet on and watched him climb on the bike. “We’ll see about that.”

“Want to make a bet?”

If I was betting with Finn, then I was in way over my head. “Sure. What’s the bet?”

“If I win and you love the burgers…you have to spend the whole day with me next weekend, watching movies.”

Please. I’d purposely lose just to spend the day with him. I better make an equally enticing deal for if I hated the burgers. “Deal. And if I win and I still prefer McDonald’s, you teach me how to ride the bike.”

He shook his head. “Hell no.”

“Then no deal.” I leaned in and ran my finger down the side of his cheek and lingered at his jaw. His eyes lit up at my touch, smoldering and hot. I wanted to run my hands through his light brown curls, but I resisted the urge. Barely. “I bet you would’ve won.”

He captured my hand in his, holding my palm against his skin. “Damn right I would, Ginger. The bet is on. Now climb on and hold on tight.”

I got on the motorcycle behind him, my heart still racing from earlier when he’d held my hand close. The look in his eyes did weird things to me. “Don’t I always?”

“Yeah. My favorite part of the ride is feeling you plastered against me.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What?”

He revved the bike, not bothering to answer. I clung to him as he sped down the road, obviously in a hurry to leave the shady part of town far behind us, but even over the whirring of the engine…

I heard him laugh.