“I guess it’s hard to see when it’s you,” I said, staring at the ground.

“I totally had a thing for your mom. She never gave me the time of day though,” he said, moving back to the bookcase. He lifted the mallet and gave me a look.

“You were lucky,” I laughed. “Your wife is much better than my mother.”

Roger glanced up at the house through the open door. He moved closer to me.

“She is and always will be,” he said. He pursed his lips, scanning my eyes for a hint of what he should do next. My heart pounded in my ears. He took my hand, pulling me closer. His hand shaking.

“You look just like her,” he breathed, running his hand across my arm. I stared into his eyes, totally sucked into the moment. He was a good looking man. Sometimes there was something about a man old enough to know better that made me curious.

He looked at the door again. His hand quickly slipped underneath my shirt, his fingers sliding up, his eyes pinned to mine. I moved closer, running my fingers down his chest, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. I coaxed his hand to my shorts, and without much urging he slipped a hand down the front of them.

“You can do whatever you want,” I whispered.

“I don’t think you mean that, Kendall,” he whispered back, undoing my shorts. I bit my lip as his fingers slipped past my underwear.

He used his other hand to drag my shirt up, running his hand across my breast. I waited for him to kiss me, wanting nothing more than his lips against mine.

My breath quickened at the feel of his fingers against me, the way they moved, the power and skill behind them. I wanted more. I wanted to feel more than Roger’s fingers.

“I can’t be doing this. I don’t know what it is about you,” he stammered, pulling his hand from my shorts. He studied me, trying to pull it together. I pulled him by the shirt, bringing him closer, my lips grazing his gently. I slowly kissed him, running my tongue across his bottom lip, taking hold of his neck, tugging on his shirt, my body ready to burst. Nothing had ever turned me on more than this moment. I felt flawed… so wrong for wanting this man.

I kissed his neck.

He pawed at my body. Stopping every couple seconds to look at the door and then his mouth would meet back up with mine. He kissed me hard, holding tight to my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh so passionately—his lips warm, his facial hair rubbing against my chin. His tongue gliding perfectly against mine, he knew what he was doing.

“Hey, Dad!” Noah yelled from outside the workshop. Roger pushed me away, shocked. I hurried to pull my shirt down, quickly buttoning my shorts.

Roger adjusted himself, rubbing his hands across his face.

Noah appeared in the doorway. He gave us a strange look. “Mom needs your help with something,” he said, eying me. Roger grunted, heading out of the shed in a hurry to get away.

I sighed. Before I could make it out of the workshop, Noah stopped me in the doorway.

“My dad is a good man, but he is a man. My mom is a good woman, but she will still kick your ass,” he said, staring me down.

“I was looking at his woodwork.”

“Yeah, woodwork.” He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever,” I said. I shoved him, but it made no difference. He wasn’t budging.

“Looks to me like you’re in a sticky situation. You’re a gypsy. You need a place to stay. I could run in there and tell my mom you were out here getting felt up by my dad, or you and I could work something out.” His expression proved he wasn’t joking.

He moved closer.

“What does that mean?” I asked, taking a step backward.

“I want what you were willing to give my dad,” he grinned.

I had to admit he was cunning. I nodded, allowing him to pull my shirt up.

“Couldn’t be that bad. I’m a good looking guy, right?” he asked, pressing his lips into mine.

I nodded, closing my eyes as he kissed down my neck, his hands groping my chest. And then he returned to my mouth.

“Take your pants off,” I whispered in his ear. He did as I asked in an instant. He kicked his pants off, standing in his boxers, tugging his shirt over his head.

“You like what you see?”

I nodded, motioning him over with my finger. I slipped my hands to his shoulders, holding on tightly and in a swift second I brought my knee up, hitting him right in the groin with enough strength to drop him to his knees.

He groaned, falling over. “You stupid bitch!”

I stood over him, amused he would be so stupid. “You’re a stupid kid,” I told him, watching him wither in pain. “Go ahead and tell your mom. I’ll tell her you tried to have your way with me.” I headed out of the workshop, pleased.

Being able to put someone so arrogant in their place was a rush. I grabbed the railing, heading up the stairs. I knew he wouldn’t say anything after I’d humiliated him.

I turned around, looking at Roger and Anna’s house. My heart fluttered at the thought of Roger’s kiss. The memory of his hands touching me was exciting. Something about it pulled at my mind. I wanted another run in with him.

I looked back down and found Mason staring up at me. I turned, going inside the duplex. I had nothing to say to him. He had hurt me one time too many. And he hadn’t said anything to me for days.

Aunt Wanda was gone…I wasn’t sure where. This left me alone. But that soon ended when Mason barged right in without knocking.

He stood there just waiting. He didn’t utter a single word, he just stared at me.

“What did you do?” he said finally, once he knew I wasn’t going to be the first to speak. He eyed me suspiciously.

I scoffed, looking out the window. The sun was starting to set.

“You seem to forget something,” he said, crossing his arms.

“What’s that, Mason?” I asked, humoring him.

“I know you. I’ve known you for a long time. You’re going to sleep with that woman’s husband, but you’re pissed off at me for kissing his daughter.”

I laughed to myself, turning away from him. There wasn’t anything to say when he was right.

“He’s in his forties. What could he possibly do for you that I can’t?” Mason grabbed ahold of me. “For the record, Kendall, her lips met mine. I had no intention of kissing her. I didn’t even want to kiss her. I was trying to go along with it so I didn’t ruffle any feathers,” he said.

I slapped him on the arm, offended.

“What happened to the Mason in the car who gave a damn?”

“I’m not thinking about sleeping with Lainey. I don’t want to. But you, you’re willing to let that man have his way with you. He’s old, Kendall. Think about why he would want to do such a thing,” Mason said. He pulled at his hair, turning away, irritated with me.

“Men are men, they’re all alike. You proved that today. Just when I thought you were proving me wrong,” I said.

“If you sleep with him, Kendall, I’ll… God I don’t know what I’ll do, but it won’t be good.” He wagged his finger in my face like I was some child he had the right to tell what to do.

“Mason, shut up,” I said, daring him to make a bigger deal of what had happened.

I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He was used to being pushed around, and although I hated to push, he deserved it.

“No, I’m not shutting up. This was supposed to be me and you. And you’re letting this flaky family get between us. I still care about you, Kendall. And I know you care about me. Or you would have never mentioned me kissing Lainey.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” I said, rolling my eyes. My cheeks heated.

“It’s never been an issue before. Don’t lie to yourself,” Mason said, throwing his hands up in defeat. He left, the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs. He was angry, but I didn’t care.

Maybe he was right, but at this time and in this moment, I didn’t mind being wrong.