Chapter 10

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Paul came back to work two days later.

"So I've barely even gotten started on my jeep," Raven sighed as she climbed in his truck. Ryker stood on the porch, waving goodbye. Luke was behind him, sipping on coffee. "All thanks to you."

Paul began to smile, but it shifted into a yawn. "Not my fault."

"It is, actually," she grumbled, eyeing him curiously as he slowly stuck the key in the engine. "You begged me to dote on your injured ass half the time."

This time, he accomplished a grin. "Well, it was mainly out of my personal boredom, and yours, because I know Jake. I am much more entertaining than Jake based on looks alone." Raven snorted smugly. Paul winked. "And of course, to look at your uninjured ass."

She slugged him in the arm halfheartedly.

When they got to the shop, Mel was waiting outside. Raven got out immediately and walked to him. "Your car's looking great. Came here to check in?"

He looked her over speculatively again. She straightened her shoulders. "Yeah. You said it'd be done today."

Raven frowned. She looked back at Paul. "Well, yes, but I told Paul to call you about it. I have a few last-minute things to touch up. That's why I wanted you to pick it up in the afternoon."

"You're kidding me. You sure you fucking told him? Cause I didn't get any calls yesterday!" Mel slammed his current car door shut. "I'm on the opposite end of the reservation, little girl. This is bull shit."

Raven jumped back in alarm. "I'll fix this. Just – one second, please." Raven had assumed Paul was opening the garage, but when she turned around, he was leaning on his truck, head in arms. If she listened faintly, she though she heard a snore.

"Paul!"

He jumped to alert, blinking rapidly. "Sorry," he shut the car door and walked over to them. "What do you ne – oh shit." He ran a hand through his hair. "Shit, Mel. I'm sorry. I meant to call you. We have a few last-minute things to do still."

Mel's eyes narrowed. "You're telling me you just forgot, Lahote?"

Paul's eyes strained to look at the guy with a beer gut. "Sam called me in last night. I meant to call, but things got busy fast."

Raven crossed her arms. She had been wondering where he'd disappeared to yesterday. She assumed it was with Sam, but had it really been so late that he couldn't call afterward?

Mel sighed. "It's alrigh'. Sam runs you boys like dogs. I can just, uh, wait here, I guess. No problem."

Raven's eyes widened. She couldn't believe it. Two seconds ago, she could have sworn her was moments away from taking a swing at her. The mere mention of Sam's name quelled all qualms in this man. Or was it because it was no longer her fault?

"We'll get to work right away. Paul," she gritted her teeth, nodding toward the garage. Paul mouthed an apology because pulling open the hanger doors. She walked through and attempted to unclench her hands.

This was the first time she'd truly witnessed what she hoped was the effect of Sam's name in town. If it wasn't Sam, then Mel took sexism to a new level.

Mel took a seat on the bench in the side of the garage. All Raven and Paul had to do was give the car a finishing wax, recheck the wiring and computer, and put in a new windshield. The wax was what took so long. They did that first so it could dry.

Paul was beginning on the windshield when he asked, "How you getting this home, Mel? I'm not sure your current truck can handle this bad boy."

"I was hoping you could help me out there," Mel grunted.

Paul pursed his lips. "Afraid I can't. We're behind on a few things." Raven stared at him imploringly. He should drive him home to make up for his mistake last night at the very least! Then, Paul sent her a wink. She glared. "You know what? Is your daughter free today? Raven's brother Kyle happens to owe me a favor. He could pick her up and she could drive one of your cars home."

Mel scratched his head. "Maybe. What day is it?"

"Friday, but they're on winter break at school."

He nodded heavily, as if he already knew this. "Yeah, that works."

"And how are you going to get my brother, who hates the both of us, to do that?" Raven snorted as she turned on the central system.

"Oh, he only hates you, sweetheart," Paul snorted. He pulled out his cell phone. Raven stopped working to watch the shit show that was about to go down. After Kyle's outbursts, she doubted he'd be willing to do anything for them in the near future. "How you doing, lil bro? I need a favor." He waited a few minutes, leaning against the wall with a satisfied smile while Kyle presumably blasted him a new one. "Yeah, I don't care. I'm pulling rank on your ass. 3rd in command beats – what is it again? 10th?"

With a heavy eye roll, she cursed at him. "I hate you."

"Great! I'll text you the address. Thanks, lil bro."

Laughing, he ended the call and went back to work. "He's on his way."

Mel grunted.

It took a few minutes before they officially finished the car. By that time, Kyle had magically showed up and took off in Paul's truck. The window needed to wait thirty minutes more so the wind wouldn't completely ruin Paul's handy work, which was perfect because the rumble of Paul's classic blue truck sounded around that time.

The moment the engine shut off, Paul stiffened. Raven wiped her hands on her jumpsuit and checked the window. "You okay, Paul?"

He nodded vaguely, as if transported to a new world. "Well, Mel, I'm glad you decided to do business with us. If there's any problems with it, just bring it around anytime. C-," Raven shook his hand, but she was cut off by the door opening to two distinctly different laughs – one deep and raucous, the other suave, soft, and amused.

Kyle and Mel's daughter took their time as they sobered up. Their eyes finally grazed over the three people in the room. Mel was too busy checking out the finished car to bother sparing them a glance, but Paul and Raven both looked at them suspiciously.

Something was not right. This wasn't the new Kyle. Gauging from the enormous smile on his face, this wasn't even the old Kyle.

"Kyle," Paul said with a tone laced with warning. What was he warning him of? Paul turned to the girl. She had curly black hair, a long, strikingly beautiful face, large eyes that complemented her nose. Her smile was nearly from cheek to cheek and very inviting. She was tall and thin – more beautiful than anything she had envisioned from the words 'Mel's daughter.' "Catori, this is Raven. Raven, this is Catori. Kyle didn't wreck my truck, did he?"

She chuckled warmly. "No, he was a good driver." Her voice was deeper than Raven expected.

"Of course, I was," Kyle said. The two shared a glance that screamed 'inside joke.' She tucked her bouncy curls behind her ear futilely.

Raven would have spoken if she could have gotten over Kyle's smile. She couldn't even remember what that looked like. "The car looks good, Rave. What do you think, Catori?" God, the way he said her name alone sounded like he was trying to seduce her.

Her smile was soft, blissful, as if she wasn't even seeing the miracle work in front of her. "I don't care for materialistic beauty much, but I admire your all's hard work and skill."

Raven blinked, and then took in the rest of her appearance. Covering her thin frame was loose clothing with natural browns greys. She had a headband with real flowers twined around it. Catori wore no make-up and seemed at complete peace with the world.

It made Raven lose all thoughts of her beauty.

It sort of made her hate the naturalistic hippie.

"Thank you! All you can get her or my dad to talk about are cars!" Kyle threw up his hands. "There's just more important things in life." Catori nodded enthusiastically, as if she completely related.

"Hey, not true! You can get her to talk about sex!" Paul exclaimed. Catori let out another chorus of soft giggles. She seemed younger than Kyle, but she laughed with a maturity that Raven herself didn't have. It was unnerving – it didn't match.

"Yeah," Kyle wasn't laughing as he scratched the back of his neck. As Catori grinned knowingly toward Raven, though, he relaxed noticeably.

"Alright, Tori, let's go!" Mel threw his keys to his original car harshly at his daughter. She flinched backwards and would have been hit by the metal if Kyle hadn't stopped them. He placed them gently in her hands, taking more time letting go than needed.

Mel yanked the keys from Raven's hands and climbed in the new car, adjusting himself for a few seconds before waving tiredly and driving out of the garage.

"Tori? Do you-?" Kyle began.

"No," she shook her head with a content smile. "My mother named me. He is not as in touch with our culture as she was."

Raven noticed the word was and felt a little pity extend toward the girl. She manually pulled it back into her. Catori, nice as she was, just dissed her interest in cars. She called them materialistic in a way that made it seem like it was okay. Just ask Raven; it wasn't okay.

"That's a shame," Kyle rested his hand on her shoulder apologetically. Her eyes softened (again). "Really."

She patted his hand. "Thank you, Kyle. It's okay. Maybe he'll come around one of these days."

Raven couldn't listen to them any longer. She trudged over to her Jeep and pulled the cover off, instantly jumping in to work. She'd take anything to ignore two kids blatantly flirting with each other. It was sad.

"Are you sure you have to go?" Kyle said pleadingly. Raven wanted to gag. He was too desperate. If somebody came at her like that, she'd laugh in their faces as she dumped him. Clearly, Catori and Raven had a few differences.

"Yes."

"Well," Kyle walked her to the door. Paul, meanwhile, watched them like they were a ticking time bomb. She couldn't believe she'd kissed a guy who'd stoop so low as to enjoying hearing this painfully wimpy excuse of asking a girl out. "I've been wanting to learn more about our culture ever since we moved here. Where d-do you think I should get started with it?"

Catori listed off ten different books and films. It made Raven roll her eyes with each name. "Really, you need to hear the basics from someone before delving into books."

"Oh."

"I'd be happy to help you," she offered graciously. Again, Raven wanted to gag. Why it bothered Raven when Catori did something nice, she didn't know."

"Yeah!" Way to enthusiastic.

"Wonderful! Swing by any time, Kyle Dubois."

"I will, Catori Collins."

Drooling the entire time, Kyle watched Catori get into her dad's car and drive away. He waved feebly. When she was out of sight, he stumbled his way back into the shop. The smile hadn't left his face. "Isn't she great?"

"Great?" Raven echoed. "She's a little odd, don't you think?" Paul and Kyle both frowned at her. She raised her hands in surrender. "What? I'm just saying, she dresses like a hippie. Come on! At least I insult people to their faces!"

Paul snorted. "I think I'm starting to see why you have so few girl friends, Rave."

She made a face at him. Kyle looked angry, angrier than she expected him to be. "Catori is actually nice, Raven. She's down to earth and chill. She doesn't have to go bossing people around all the time. So, shut up, okay? I like her. A lot."

Raven hadn't expected him to be so protective of a girl he just met. Eyes wide, she stepped back. He was starting to shake. "Fine. Whatever."

Paul leaned towards her and whispered, "Say something nice about her."

"What? No."

"Do it," he hissed. "He'll calm down."

"You do it!"

"He'll think I'm hitting on her."

"You probably would be if I weren't here."

"She's half my age, Raven!"

"Still." Raven turned back to Kyle. He was staring at them with a puzzled expression, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. She forced a fake smile to her lips and said through clenched jaws, "She's very beautiful. I like her…hair."

Instantaneously, Kyle's hunched shoulders dropped, and he grew a smile that made her wonder if he was high right now. "I know. She's perfect."

Raven sent Paul a 'he's crazy' look. "Okay. Well, Kyle, you can stay here if you want. But be warned – we're going to talk about cars! Ooo." Paul and her both laughed while Kyle rolled his eyes. "Come on, Paul, I need to show you what we're working with."

He nodded. "Kyle, don't you need to go see Sam?" He said it with such emphasis she knew he had an ulterior motive. "About a certain…imprint?" He whispered it so quietly, Raven was surprised she was able to hear it.

"Imprint? What's that?"

Paul and Kyle both looked at her suddenly, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. In seconds, Paul turned on his heart stopping grin and winked at her. "You, babe." His teeth were so white they were sparkling. He was so handsome she barely heard his response.

Raven laughed. "Yeah, okay."

After shoving the younger boy out the door, Paul came to her side with an excited grin. "Alright, sweetheart, what've we got?"

In a mighty yank, she pulled off the cloth covering her gorgeous new ride. Paul's jaw dropped. "Raven…" He groaned, hands running over the blue body. She bit her lip to keep from squealing.

"I know."

"Raven!" Paul repeated. He turned to her, his eyes alight with pure excitement. "This is amazing."

"I know!"

"Alright," he breathed, "where do we start?"

. . .

"Shut up, Ryker!"

Raven fumbled with the ten items in her arms. She hurried up the stairs, straining to find something that could get Ryker to stop crying.

"Anytime now, Raven!" Kyle yelled. She was almost up the stairs with all of Ryker's favorite toys, blankets, and foods. His constant cries pierced through the night air. It was so shrill. She swore he kept getting higher and higher in pitch these days. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand straight.

"RAVEN!"

She was on the last stair, and that was when her foot caught. In seconds, everything in her hands tumbled to the floor. The jutted-out part of the last step hit her directly below her chest, hard. All the air escaped her lungs, and she couldn't even cry out. It didn't matter, though. Somehow, Kyle had heard and ventured out of Ryker's room to assess the situation.

"What happened?" Kyle said with more amusement than anger in his voice. Finally, air entered her lungs. She wheezed and rolled to her back. "Ouch." Surprisingly, Kyle extended a hand. Shakily, she took it and he helped her up.

"I…fell," she gasped, clutching her torso.

"So I gathered," he snorted. Raven bent to regain her items when she noticed the wailing had stopped. "Don't bother. I think he's about to vomit."

"Shit," she cursed, running into Ryker's room. "Well don't leave him alone!"

He'd had a fever for an hour, and the medicine had seemed to be working until he started complaining that his belly hurt. Since then, the crying didn't stop. It got worse and worse, enough to give Kyle a headache large enough to come out and help.

Now, Ryker was a pale green color. He wore his 'trying to poop' face, which was also his 'trying not to vomit' face. "Move!" She screamed, grabbing the boy in her arms and carrying him into the bathroom. Not a full second after she got him hunched over the toilet did he start spewing chunks.

"Oh, gross," Kyle grunted. Raven held his head up as he fell forward. The moment the vomiting stopped, he started crying again. With little energy, his small body started to sag toward the ground until a second round came again.

After the third round, Kyle flushed the toilet and the crying continued.

"Stop crying, baby," Raven muttered as she pulled back sweaty curls pressed against his face. "It's going to make you vomit again."

He was panting and pointing at his nose. "I think he vomited through his nose this time, too," Kyle said while handing her tissues. She wiped his nose and face, amazed at how clean he was still.

"He's better at puking than me," she grinned at Kyle. He snorted with a rye grin.

"That is very true." He tilted his head to the side in a way similar to a dog. Raven had seen Paul do this before, but now she finally understood what they were doing; they were listening. "Ew. Dad and Paul are talking."

"Ew," she muttered while rubbing Ryker's back. He suddenly sat up. "What's wrong?"

"I gonna be sick again," Ryker groaned. She nodded and raised him up so he could lean over into the toilet. By now, his vomit was mostly liquid, which worried her.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm right here. You're gonna be fine, baby."

Two pairs of footsteps pounded their way. "What's going on?" Luke shouted, scrambling to Ryker's side as he pulled away from the toilet with newfound cries.

"Dad-dah," Ryker cried, moving instantly to Luke's arms. Raven was surprised he did this. Normally, she was his favorite comforter. "Make it stop."

"He had a fever and now he's throwing up. I gave him medicine, but…" Raven said in exasperation. She pushed her hair back and looked at Luke.

"Why didn't you call?"

"We've been calling for the past two hours," Kyle informed. "Did you let your phone die again?"

Luke blushed with embarrassment. "Possibly." He glanced at Raven. "Thanks, Rave, but I'm here now. You're relieved."

She waved a hand. "You need another set of hands."

Luke pointedly looked to the side, where she finally noticed Paul was standing, brows furrowed as he stared between Ryker and Raven. "Paul's here. Don't let your guest get sick."

She smiled sweetly up at the two hulking giants. "Paul can wait for me in my room. Or he can leave. Ryker needs help."

Kyle crouched down and placed a hand on her back. "I'll help out. Go have…fun."

She looked at him like he was a completely different person. "But you hate germs. You used to hide in the garage while anyone was sick!"

Kyle shrugged and shared a look with Paul. "Gotta grow up sometime."

She pushed off her knees with a shocked smile. "Alright then. Call me if it gets bad."

After washing her hands, Raven joined Paul and began walking downstairs. She flinched as she lowered her foot for the first step. "What's wrong?" Paul asked. "We can stay if you want, Raven. Seriously, I'm worried, too."

She forced a tight smile. "It's not that. I, uh, fell earlier. Probably bruised."

"Let me see."

"I'll show you in my room," she said pointedly, carefully stepping off the last stair.

From upstairs, Kyle's voice seemed to carry further than normal. "We need to soundproof her flat. Soon."

Luke chortled. "Already ordered the material."

Raven pushed away more of her hair as they descended into her place. "I told you not to come."

"I figured you might want some help."

She walked to her bed and fell onto it tiredly. She flinched again as a swarm of pain flared in her upper torso. Paul was by her side immediately, hands pressing gently to her stomach. "Where does it hurt?"

Raven tried to hide her smile. His brows were furrowed so close together it almost looked like one long eyebrow. Her hands cupped his cheeks so he'd look at her. "I'm fine. I fell on the stairs and the top step hit my chest, but I'm fine. No need to worry."

"I always worry," he muttered anyways, hands instantly going to reach under her shit.

"Woah," she scooted back with a smirk. Her eyes gleamed as she looked into his full of concern. She wished he'd lighten up. "Slow down there, Paul. I hardly know you."

He sent her a sour look. "Seriously, Raven. Let me see. You could have internal bleeding or a broken rib or-,"

"Or I could have a nice rack you've been itching to see again since you first saw me, literally?" she supplied, hands wrapping around his as much as she could. He had hands double the size of hers. Finally, a light blush graced his cheeks as one side of his lips lifted in a half smile.

"While that is very true," he said in a deeper voice, scooting noticeably closer to her. "I promise I won't look. Please, Rave?"

She was a little deterred by his promise. Thinking back, she was a little annoyed with his behavior in general when it came to taking a step past basic high school kissing. They'd been together for almost a month now, and she found the fact they hadn't even gotten past kissing a little sad. It wasn't completely either of their faults; Sam had been running Paul, and presumably the rest of the pack, like crazy. Most nights, he didn't make it back to her. She always found it lucky on his part she wasn't the jealous type.

"Fine. You do the honor. I need to change out of these clothes anyways." She stood up and raised her hands in a grand gesture. Paul smirked slightly. He didn't even have to stand up, that's how short she was compared to his stature.

His hands were scalding against her skin as they dragged her shirt upward. She watched his eyes, which were glued onto every inch of her slowly growing exposed skin. "Shit, that's a hell of a fall."

She scoffed. "Please. That burn from welding the new bumper on my jeep three weeks ago hurt way worse." Paul pushed at the underwire of her bra to expose more of the bruise. Despite the heat, a shiver ran down her body. "If you want it off, Paul, just ask."

Paul paused in his pursuits. He raised his eyes to hers, brown clashing against violet. "Are you trying to seduce me, Dubois?"

"Is it working, Lahote?" Raven asked as she took a seat on his lap. Paul's eyes flickered down to her chest, and his hands settled on her hips. He looked at her while doing his best to hold back, but not this time. She could feel the energy building between them. Her fingers lazily slid between his hair.

"No," he lied, squeezing her hips a little tighter. Their faces were inches apart. She could smell his misty breath. "But there's no harm in taking off your bra. After all, I have seen them before, so this really wasn't a new step tonight."

Raven nearly pointed out that he saw them from a distance in the dark of the night, but she decided it was in her best interest not to. "Who gives a fuck about steps? Let's have sex. Now."

Paul grinned, tempted, but he also had a wistful look in his eyes. She knew the answer before he spoke. "Raven," he sighed, head falling on her shoulder. "I don't want you to think I'm just in it for the sex. We haven't exactly gotten time in the last month to even have a decent length conversation, let alone gotten to really know each other."

Raven pulled back and narrowed her eyes. "Cut the shit, Lahore. That is a shitty excuse. You lie to me – or avoid answering – about everything under the sun, but do not lie to me about our sex life."

Paul groaned. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. His eyes were pained, straining against this wall that had always been there between them. Until now, the wall hadn't been a problem, but she felt with such certainty tonight that this wall was holding them back. How could she pour her heart and soul to a man who could be keeping deal-breaking secrets? That could be ready to bolt at the slightest whisper of danger?

"Fine. I'm sorry, Rave," he ran his hands down her face in a soothing way. She held her ground, though. Paul leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. "I really want to. You have no idea how much I've thought about it…but it'd be wrong, on my part, if you didn't know everything beforehand."

Raven pulled back and raised her eyebrows. "Everything? Like why we up and moved and why Kyle's a mess and what the hell Sam has you all doing hours into the night?"

Paul nodded grimly. "Everything. I promise," he said as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. "It'll be soon. There are…things going on. Sam wants me to wait until they settle down – until you trust me."

There it was again. Sam was, as usual, in the middle of all this.

"And everything? It's really that big of a deal that you think I'd change my mind about wanting to have sex with you?" Raven leaned forward. She reached a hand down to the top of his jeans, rubbing his crotch slowly. She whispered in his ear, "Because it'd take you turning into some ugly monster to change my mind, Paul."

He shifted beneath her, enjoying her hand's pressure against him too much. His pupils grew dark as a dubious grin flitted onto her lips. "Rave…"

"Please, Paul," she begged, pressing her lips against his in hopes of sparking something. "A-at least more. God, Paul, I'm ready to explode every second of the day with you around. And I need some help getting off."

Paul again looked pained. She didn't think she'd have to explain it further. Suddenly, her toys weren't working. They were nothing in comparison to Paul's lips. They did absolutely nothing now. She knew he'd understand because he said similar things before, though to a lesser extent. He at least could still jerk off, as long as it was to fantasies about Raven.

"Raven. You need to get off me...I can't - I don't have that much restraint," he groaned, yet his actions completely counteracted his words as he dug his fingers into her hips.

"I don't either," she whispered. Paul was wavering; she could see his control teetering over the edge. She smirked and decided to give him that gentle push over the edge that he truly did want in his core.

Raven sat upright, feeling his jeans rub against her leggings. Paul began to move forward, as well, but she put a hand to his chest and shook her head. Then, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. "Le-,"

She shoved the bra off her body. Paul's eyes didn't have a hope at staying locked on her face. They moved instantly to her chest, growing wider and darker by the second. His hands twitched upward, wanting more than anything to grab her voluptuous chest.

"Baby..."

"Come on, Paul," she whispered in a low voice, resting her hands back on his shoulders and scooting closer. Paul gulped audibly, eyes switching back and forth between her face and her chest.

Come on, come on. Take the bait.

"Dammit," Paul growled from deep within his throat. And then, he lost all control. Within seconds, he flipped them over and pressed his lips to hers. It was with a force so profound she felt her body subside to his. Her mind spun relentless as his fingers ran up her body. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Raven."

She couldn't respond. It was all she could do to not cry out and beg his fingers to star running around her nipples. Their tongues clashed together, so unfocused and so heated as she clawed at his back.

"Paul," she whimpered against his lips. She felt a smug grin play at his lips as he kissed her with an animalistic power. She was gasping for air as he finally twisted her nipples ever so gently. She squealed with delight because, god, she missed this. No. She couldn't miss this because she'd never felt something as good as his hot hands. He clearly knew what he was doing, and she never wanted him to stop.

She pushed against his chest, and he got the message to let her spin them so she was on top. Her hands ripped at his shirt with an excited grin. The moment she got it off, she groaned, falling forward to find his chest with her lips. "God, I love your abs," she spoke against his skin as she made her way down his body. Eyes locking into his, she licked up from his belt to the top of his abs, and she swore she'd never done something so satisfying in her life.

"Fuck it, we're having sex," Paul said, voice deeper than she'd ever heard it. A furious surge of heat formed in her stomach. "Get up here, babe."

She grinned smugly, climbing back up his body to capture his lips. She straddled his waist, enjoying the feel of the bulge she felt as she ground her hips into his.

"Hey, Raven, where's the Zofran? I can't - wha - ah, sorry!"

The sound of her dad's voice hit her much slower than it hit Paul. She knew this because before she'd even registered the sound of a third person, his hands made contact with her side and shoved her off him. She bounced on the bed and rolled off, hitting the carpet with a thud.

"Fuck," she groaned.

"Shit, I - I'm sorry, sir, we...uh, well..." Paul wasn't exactly flustered. He simply didn't know what to say.

"Dad!" Raven popped her head up over the bed, careful to keep her exposed chest hidden from him. "What did we talk about this being my place? If it's my place, then we knock!"

Luke was laughing by now. "Well, now, if this was your place, I shouldn't have been able to walk right through your front door."

She threw a pillow towards him, but it barely made it to the couch. "We're closing it off immediately!"

He held up the okay sign with his hands, still chuckling like a teenager. "Don't look so guilty, Paul. She's an adult. And I approve of a healthy sex life." Paul forced a painful smile his way and grabbed a pillow to cover his jeans. "Now! The Zofran?"

A/N: Sooo this was soooo much longer than usual. Did ya like it? Because I FUCKING LOVED THIS CHAPTER!

I know you're all curious as to why they don't tell her, and I'm not sure when it's explained or if it it until the end, but Sam just doesn't trust her. They never said when each of the guys told their imprints in the books, so I worked this to my advantage. You'll see why...

Thoughts? Who loved it? What did you hate? Feel free to rant!

Like I said, REMIND me if I don't update in time. I'm finishing it up, though I'm not sure if I'm happy with one portion, but it's staying! So remind me to update every three days please!

And wish me good luck because I'm playing in the state's junior amateur (golf) these two days and screwed up the first day :(