If I Die by Rachel Vincent Read Free Book Online Page B

me live it down, are you?”
    Nash’s smile faltered. “No more life and death jokes, Kaylee. This is hard enough as it is.”
    “They say humor is the best defense.”
    “No, they say the best defense is a good offense. But you can’t take the offensive with death. Though he’s awfully easy to piss off sometimes…” Meaning Tod, of course. Though, honestly, Nash usually meant to piss him off.
    “Whatever. Where do we stand on the subject of my dying wish?” I leaned back against the pillows again, hoping to tempt him.
    “I’m your dying wish?” He lay down next to me, and I lifted my head so he could put his arm behind it.
    “Well…not quite. My dying wish is not to die. But you’re a close second. So where do we stand?”
    He ran one hand down my arm and my pulse spiked when his fingers splayed across my stomach. “We stand…”
    My desk chair creaked, and I looked up to find Tod sitting in it backward, facing away from us—the most courteous entrance he’d ever given us as a couple. And while most of me was frustrated by the disruption, some tiny part of me was also a little relieved—and confused by the discrepancy in my own emotions.
    “Hope I’m interrupting something.” The reaper swiveled to face us and Nash sat up, cheeks already flaming.
    “Get. Out,” Nash growled.
    Tod rolled his eyes. “I made Kaylee a promise. As usual, I’m just the messenger.”
    “What’s up, Tod?” I laid one hand on Nash’s arm before he could say anything else.
    “Mom’s in the kitchen with your dad, trying to talk him out of doing something stupid. It sounds like she could use your help.”

5
    “There’s always an exception, Harmony,” my father said, and the raw pain in his voice stole my breath with an almost physical force. I was scared, and pissed off, and riding an unforeseen wave of sexual resolve in the face of certain death. But my father was in serious pain over a loss he refused to accept as inevitable.
    The fact that I was that loss was almost too much for me to wrap my mind around.
    I inched down the hall silently, aching to see my father’s face, but if they knew I was there, they’d stop talking, and I’d lose this glimpse into his true emotional state.
    “Aiden.” Harmony’s whisper was so soft I almost didn’t recognize it. “I am so, so sorry. I wish I could say I know how you feel, but I didn’t have any warning with Tod.”
    “There’s nothing to be sorry about,” my dad answered, his voice hard now, like he could hold off the unavoidable with nothing but sheer will. “There’s a way out of this, and I’m going to find it.”
    I peeked through the living room and into the kitchen just as Harmony scooted her chair closer to my father’s. They sat at the table with their backs to me, and I could only see themfrom the shoulders up, over the half wall separating the two rooms.
    “Aiden, there’s nothing you can do.” She slid one arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, and I held my breath to make sure I could hear the rest. “Do you really want to miss your daughter’s last few days of life to chase answers that just aren’t there?”
    “I don’t want to miss anything. And I don’t want her to miss anything, either—that’s the whole point. I’ve been such a fool, Harmony. I wasted thirteen years of her life letting my brother raise her because it hurt to look at her. Every time I saw her, I saw her mother. I only got Kaylee back six months ago, and now she’s being taken away. Six months isn’t long enough!”
    “No one’s taking her away,” Harmony insisted gently. “Her time’s up. It happens to everyone.”
    “What would you do?” my dad demanded, pulling away from her. “If you knew Nash was about to die, would you ever quit looking for a way to stop it? Would you give up on him?”
    “I…”
    “It doesn’t matter what she would do.” I stepped around the wall, and Tod appeared at my side. Nash’s footsteps squeaked on