Lux Zakari - Secretly More

Copyright 2011 by Lux Zakari

Many thanks to my editor, Char, for cracking me up and finding those pesky word gremlins.

You wont believe what Dane did this time. Kimber shook her head as she poured a dash of sweet vermouth in the rocks glass.

I bet I will. Jay didnt look up from the book he was reading on the floor behind the casinos downstairs bar. His knees to his chest, he stretched Prousts In Search of Lost Time in front of him while twisting a piece of his curly dark hair around his finger.

Smart ass. Kimber sidestepped her friend and added a cherry to the Manhattan, which she placed before the customer on the sleek gold-and-mahogany surface of the bar and flashed a brilliant smile. Although her teeth were slightly crooked and her lips mightve been considered too large, she knew her mouth was her best asset and used it to her advantage. As if proving her point, the customer-a white-haired gentleman in a neatly pressed suit-gave her a wink, raised his glass, and walked away, leaving her an impressive tip.

The money improved her mood only marginally. The slow pace of Airy Peak Racetrack and Casino on a Tuesday afternoon did nothing to distract her from Dane-centric thoughts. She leaned against the counter, crossed her arms and ankles, and sighed. When Jay failed to react, she released another sigh, then another, each deliberately louder and more melodramatic than the one before.

Jay lifted his gaze toward her and closed his book with a roll of his eyes. So what did Dane do?

Well, you know we were planning on living together.

I know you were. I doubt Danes ever made a plan in his life.

Living together was his idea.

Was he stoned when he suggested it?

No.

Drunk then?

That isnt the issue. Kimber bristled and lifted her gaze toward the Tiffany-style ceiling made of amber glass and a filigree network of stars, butterflies, and leaves. The point is, we had a plan to live together, so I found us a place and signed the lease. All I needed was his signature next to mine. But during the two seconds we were broken up last week, his old lease expired and he had nowhere else to go, so he moved in with Sam and Wendy.

The two girls who hate you?

All his friends hate me. They think I suppress all his fun Dane-ness. She leaned against the counter with her chin in her hand and remembered how Dane had cried when hed told her about his new living arrangement. Hed said he hadnt known what else to do, hed had no other choice, he hadnt thought shed ever talk to him again, he couldnt afford anything else, and if hed known it would jeopardize their relationship, he wouldnt have done it. The memory of his tearful excuses-and how she forgave him and took him back all the same-roiled in her stomach.

But now youre back together so

So hes still living with those other girls because he thinks itd be wrong to back out on their lease and screw them over. Meanwhile, tomorrow Im moving into the apartment I was meant to share with Dane, only now Ill have to live in it myself, wondering what the hell hes up to all the time. What am I gonna do?

Call Dane and dump him for the hundredth time, and make it stick for once. Jay lifted his shoulders. Hes a dumb fuck. Ive told you this before.

You never told me that.

I thought it was heavily implied every time you complain about him and I tell you to dump him. Its time to move on.

Yeah Kimber raked her teeth over her lower lip and looked toward the stretch of jangling slot machines and fast-paced table games. Move on wasnt the answer she wanted to hear, especially when it concerned her six-year relationship, no matter how tumultuous it was. You used to like Dane though. You were the one who set us up.

I introduced you. Thats not the same thing as setting you up. And its not like Danes a bad person or anything. Hes nice enough, a great guitar player. Jay shrugged. But hes not the guy for you if hes not coming through with what you want.

Kimber snatched a damp rag and wiped the counter, more for the need to distract herself from her panic than to tidy up the bar. Thats what Ferney said, too.

Right, and its not often your sister and I have the same viewpoint, so maybe this is a real sign if were saying the same thing. Jay pushed himself to his full height of six feet, two inches, and stretched with a yawn. Well, thats that.

Thats that? Thats all you can say?

Jay wrapped his arm around Kimbers neck and pulled her close, messing up her blonde ponytail with his knuckles. I meant thats that, as in I have to get to class now. But yes, the same goes for you and Dane. As shitty as that is, sometimes thats just the way things are. Some things work out, some things dont, and thats the score.

Hmph. Kimber shoved him away and tore the elastic band from her hair, trying to comb out the tangles with her fingers. Are you coming back to pick me up after my shift tonight? My cars still in the shop.

Kim, your cars been in the shop for like, three weeks. Face it-its been stripped and sold for parts by now.

Just be here by eight. We need to iron out the details for my move tomorrow.

Oh shit. He winced. Thats tomorrow?

Her eyes widened in alarm. Jay! I just told you-

Kidding. He laughed and gave her shoulder a light punch. Ill see you tonight, okay? Well talk all the strategy you want. He ducked under the bar counter and gave it a slap as he sauntered away, book in one hand, his crumpled dealers uniform over his shoulder.

Kimber watched him leave with amused affection. If Jay wasnt her best friend, she didnt know what shed do.

Jay slid into the drivers seat of his rusty white Monte Carlo and tossed his uniform and book in the back seat to join the rest of the junk piled there. Then he gave a groan as his forehead crashed against the steering wheel, the horn giving a brief toot in sympathy upon contact. He wasnt sure who the biggest fool was: that idiot Dane for treating Kimber like shit, Kimber for letting him, or himself for thinking that shed ever see the truth.

He twisted the key in the ignition with a heavy sigh, and as the engine roared to life, the passenger door swung open. His friend Matt Moquest tumbled into the seat beside him, slamming the door with a force that shook the vehicle.

Good, you havent left yet, Moquest panted, his round face ruddy from exertion. I need a ride.

Dude, I gotta get to class. The finals next week.

Itll just take a sec.

What will?

You dropping me off at the beauty school. Its just up the road.

Really? Last I checked, Empire was a half hour away in the complete opposite direction.

Come on, man. Moquest jutted out his bottom lip and drummed on the dashboard. Be a friend. Im good for gas money.

Wheres your truck?

At Empire. I lent it to Gina so she could get to her shampoo class on time. Moquest flipped down the passenger-side visor mirror to peer at his short, spiky brown hair, which was currently sporting new frosty blond tips. Do you mind if we step on it? I dont wanna be late meeting her.

A thousand apologies, my liege. Jay shifted the Monte Carlo into reverse. Apparently Ginas education is more important than mine-especially if shes the one who did that to your hair.

Moquest made himself comfortable, reclining the seat and sliding it backward for maximum leg room to better suit his tall, hefty frame. Question. If my name was Kimber York, would you be bitching so much about giving me ride?