My Blood Approves by Amanda Hocking Read Free Book Online Page B

younger brother,” I answered. “But he’s more like an older brother sometimes.” Jack laughed loudly at that, his wonderful laughter echoing throughout the car and sending waves of warmth over me. “Yeah, I can completely relate,” he grinned.
    “Really?” I had always thought of Milo as an oddity, but it was nice to know that there was someone out there like him.
    “Yeah, but Peter’s something else,” Jack said. “Really. I doubt you’ll ever meet anyone like him.”
    “Well, I’d have to meet him first,” I pointed out.
    “Maybe someday.” He sounded weirdly far off, almost apprehensive. “You’re not married, but does that mean you’re single?” I didn’t know why I was asking.
    “Uh, yeah.” Then, before I could ask him more about that, he turned the tables on me. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
    “Hardly,” I snorted. Other than a few drunken make out sessions at a couple parties, I had nothing to show for a love life.
    “Why not?” Jack pressed.
    “You saw my friend Jane,” I explained dully. “She has this way of completely stealing all the light in the room.”
    “Oh, she does not.”
    “What do you actually think of her?” I wondered aloud. It was completely unheard of that a guy would prefer my company over Jane’s.
    “I don’t,” Jack replied.
    “No, really,” I persisted. Jane was the kind of girl that everyone thought about, whether they liked it or not. Until I had met Jack, she was the most attention grabbing person I’d ever known.
    “I’m serious,” Jack shrugged. “After she left you to die in that parking garage, I paid very little attention to her.”
    “I wasn’t going to die,” I said unconvincingly, and quickly decided to change the subject. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend? The ladies obviously like you.”
    “That’s actually part of the reason why. Everyone likes me without ever knowing me. It makes it hard to have a real relationship with somebody."
    “So… what’s the other part?” I asked, and he didn’t answer. “You’re not going to tell me.”
    “I think there’s a midnight show of Rocky Horror Picture Show in Lakeville,” Jack announced randomly. “Are you up for it?”
    “Sure.” The dashboard clock claimed it was 11:59 and we were much further than a minute away from Lakeville, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that we would make it in time. With Jack, somehow everything became possible. I glanced out the window, watching the car glide through traffic. “So, why didn’t you drive your car tonight?”
    “That’s not really my car, either.” He didn’t really answer my question, but I was starting to get used to that. “It’s my sister Mae’s.” I noticed that he called her his sister, not his sister-in-law, and I wondered if that was simply an oversight. His insistence on being so mysterious was making me overanalyze everything.
    “Do you even own a car?”
    “Yeah, a jeep. I just haven’t felt like driving it lately.” Then he flashed a sly smile and looked over at me. “Besides, this is so much faster.”
    “That doesn’t seem fair at all,” I grumbled after riding in silence for a minute. My mind had gone been to trying to figure out all the things he wouldn’t tell me. “You won’t tell me anything about yourself.”
    “Hey, I’ll tell you almost anything about me.” He kept his tone light, but he looked a little wounded. For the first time, I realized that he really not telling me was bothering him just as much as it was me. “My favorite color is chartreuse. I love the Ramones and the Cure. My bedroom walls are painted dark blue. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen while listening to ‘Rock Lobster’ cause she really, really liked B-52’s. I should’ve taken that as warning sign that it would never work, but I was awfully young and stupid."
    “Chartreuse?” I questioned, skipping over the remainder of his confession. “I don’t even know what it is.”
    “It’s