Chapter 8

8

Shit. She was everywhere he fucking turned. Will grabbed his food from the diner’s take-out counter and decided to get the hell out of there before that one girl saw him. He knew her name—now. Before she’d just been one of those new Talley girls everyone had been talking about. But he’d made a point of learning about her . Watching her.

Especially this week. Since…before Ashton. When she’d found the other guys dead in the snow and everything. Everyone had been talking about her after that.

Dylan.

She was the little one. At first, he hadn’t thought she was as hot as the others. Or as old as she was; he’d heard one of the new Talleys was a teenager. He’d thought it was her. Until Abby had told him Dylan was older than she looked and everything. Dylan dressed in stupid stuff—cartoon T-shirts, kid-style tennis shoes, that kind of thing. Not supersexy like some of the other Talley girls.

Then Will had started really watching for her. Like when he dropped his sister off at the inn. He’d looked for Dylan.

He’d gone inside before, just to grab a soda at the lobby store, that kind of thing. He’d told his sister it was because it was dark and slippery out and he’d wanted to make sure she got inside okay. Like Abby would ever need him to help her do anything. Not Miss Perfect Abby.

It was the first time he had been that close to her. Dylan.

Dylan had been working the counter and had looked right at him. When she’d spoken to him, Will’s whole body had tightened the way it did when he was with a hot woman.

She’d had on a polo shirt for the inn, and the buttons at the top had been undone. She was small, but she was fucking hot. He’d noticed all right.

Now that he’d seen that fact, he couldn’t stop seeing it. Every time he saw her.

But she hadn’t recognized him yet. Hadn’t realized it was Will who had passed her on Wreck Curve Road the day that the judge had been arrested.

It had just been four days ago.

If Dylan figured it out, he would be royally screwed. The cops were already looking at him—he wasn’t an idiot. He had been friends with Kurt and Ashton since junior high. Of course, they would find out his name. And come around. Just like they had when Oliver had gone stupid like he had. Of course, that bastard Cade Newlin had been the one to give them his name and Cade was all jazzed up with the cops now.

They would be looking at him. Will had to not be stupid.

Drooling over one of the women who was there that day was stupid. Why couldn’t he remember that?

“Thanks again, Will. Come back soon, okay?” Dylan told him. Will just grunted and nodded. He couldn’t meet her in the eyes. He had before—she had those green eyes the guys talked about sometimes. Talley girls had green eyes and great tits. That’s what he had thought before—and his friends had all agreed with him.

Dylan had the eyes, but her tits were really small. He didn’t care. He’d give his left leg to get to see them, touch them. Tits didn’t have to be huge, they just had to be there.

It was damned stupid. Dylan was the one woman on the planet who could put him there that day. Could send his ass to jail.

He had no business wanting her at all.