“There’s no way I’m letting you walk home alone.” He set his jaw and spoke in a stern tone. “Come on, let’s go.”
Although she was tempted to argue, she couldn’t deny that she’d feel safer having someone along. This part of Boston was by no means sketchy, but as Darcy constantly harped to her students, better safe than sorry.
As they took off walking, Reed was quick with the sarcasm. “Wow,” he cracked. “You’re not going to rip my head off for having the audacity to walk you home?”
She shrugged. “Naah. I know when to pick my battles.”
Since it was the end of August, the temperature was still hot even at night, and the humid breeze felt nice against Darcy’s face. The lampposts lining the sidewalk shone down on them and highlighted Reed’s rugged features, yet again drawing her attention to his lips. According to AJ, Reed was a major player, and she suddenly had to wonder how many women had had the pleasure of kissing those lips.
Though was pleasure the right word? She got the feeling that he might not be the greatest of kissers. He came off as so cocky and selfish, she wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that those qualities extended to the way he kissed.
“Did AJ ever tell you how the two of us met?”
The question caught her by surprise. “No, he didn’t. All he said was that he’s known you forever.”
“He has.” Reed’s voice contained a faraway note. “I’ve known him since the first grade, but we didn’t officially become friends until we were about nine years old. This one day after school, I was walking home and bumped into a group of older guys. Ninth graders, I think. Somehow I picked a fight with them—”
“Somehow.” Darcy snorted.
He shot her an evil look. “Anyway, they pounded on me real good in an alley on 4th Street, around the corner from the school. I was doing my damnedest to fight back, but I was just a scrawny kid back then. Next thing I know, this other skinny kid comes barreling into the alley.”
“AJ?”
“Yup.” Reed chuckled. “That crazy mofo threw himself into the fray without a single thought to his own safety, and in a total fluke shot, he knocked the group’s leader unconscious. The other guys scrambled to help their friend, and the two of us ran off and ended up in the little park near my house. We were riding the adrenaline high, spent a good hour recapping the entire fight, and after that day, we were the best of friends.”
Darcy laughed as she pictured the two young boys bonding over a street brawl. “Of course you were.” She paused. “You know, it’s still so weird to me that AJ used to be a professional fighter. I mean, he’s so laidback and calm all the time. If I hadn’t seen footage of his MMA fights with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
Reed shoved his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans. “Yeah, most people can’t picture it because he’s so chill on the surface. Underneath it, though? Trust me when I say he can be pretty damn deadly.”
They reached a crosswalk and obediently stopped in deference to the red don’t-walk sign flashing at them. Darcy couldn’t help but shoot Reed a sidelong look, noting in surprise that this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him.
“Do you ever miss your fighting days?” she asked curiously.
He took a moment to think it over. “Sometimes. But I definitely don’t miss the intense training. Besides, whenever I’m in the mood to beat the crap outta someone, all I have to do is call Gage. He’s always up for a fight.”
The mention of Reed and AJ’s friend caused a sliver of worry to prick Darcy’s chest. “He’s not still fighting for that thug, is he?”
“Naah,” Reed answered, “Gage is free and clear now, and spending every free moment with his girl.”
Must be nice.
Darcy couldn’t stop the rush of envy that washed over her. She’d seen the way Gage looked at his girlfriend. Pure adoration, unadulterated passion.
God, she desperately wanted someone to look at her like that.
“This is me.” She came to a stop in front of her low-rise building.
With its ivy–covered brick exterior and endless expanse of gleaming windows, her place was a lot nicer on the outside than it was on the inside. Her apartment was so tiny, she could barely take a step without bumping into a wall or piece of furniture, but it was all she could afford on her meager teacher’s salary. Maybe, if she ever got tenure and the raise that came with it, she’d finally be able to upgrade to a nicer place.
When she glanced at Reed, she was startled to find his blue eyes glued to her mouth.
He looked as fascinated by her lips as she was by his.
Darcy’s heart skipped a beat. Holy moly. The man was staring at her as if he wanted to…kiss her.
But no. She had to be misreading the moment. Reed Miller, thinking about kissing her? That was just nuts.
And even more nuts?