Release Me by J. Kenner Read Free Book Online

away from Texas. Really, I’m doing fine.” I shrug again. I don’t want to talk right now.
    I turn around and start walking. “We should get back.”
    He nods and falls in step beside me. We walk silently for a while, the lights of Evelyn’s house growing closer. The sound of the ocean fills the space between us. It’s deep and rhythmic and I feel like I could get lost in it. Like maybe I already am a little lost.
    We walk about fifty more yards, then he pauses. “So how do you feel about tuxedos?” he asks, as if it’s the most normal question in the world.
    “I feel good about them,” I say. “Tuxedos are a time-honored tradition in the world of formal wear. I have to take points off for practicality, though. Hard to surf in a tux. Doable, but hard.”
    He laughs. “I want you to be my best man,” he says, and I get a little lump in my throat. “Courtney’s cool with it,” he continues, “but she thinks the pictures will look better if you wear atux. You know, the guy side in penguin suits, the girl side in silk and satin. What do you say?”
    I hug myself and blink back tears. “I love you. You know that, right?”
    “That’s why I’m asking. It was either that or marry you, and I think the second option would piss Courtney off.” He watches me, obviously expecting me to laugh. When I don’t, his expression softens. “Thanks.”
    “For what?”
    “For being happy for me.”
    “I am,” I say, but I’m talking from behind my Social Nikki smile. The truth is that things are changing fast, and I don’t want Ollie changing, too. He’s been my rock for too long. What will happen to me if that rock suddenly shifts?
    But I’m not being fair and I know it.
    I start walking again.
    “Nik?”
    I wipe away an errant tear. “Ignore me. I’m just being emotional and weird. Girls and weddings, right?”
    “Nothing’s changing, Nik,” he says, because he’s tagged the hormonal excuse for the bullshit it is. “Anything you need, anytime. Courtney won’t mind.”
    Fear knifes through me. “She doesn’t know about—”
    “Of course not. I mean, she knows about Ashley,” he says, but that’s fair. He and Courtney had been dating when my sister’s unexpected suicide had completely shattered me. She’d been more than a sister to me—she’d been my escape from the life my mother molded for me, and even though she’d already gotten married and moved away when she died, the loss had sent me spiraling down. Jamie and Ollie had been my life rafts, so of course he’d talked about it with Courtney.
    “I only told Courtney that she’d died and you were grieving,” Ollie says urgently. “You know I’d never share your secrets.”
    My relief is so intense I don’t even feel guilty for thinking that Ollie would betray my confidence.
    “Looks like we’re not the only ones who wanted to escape the hoopla.” He’s looking toward Evelyn’s house. There are people clustered on the balcony, backlit by the light bursting through the window. But they’re not the subject of Ollie’s comment, and it takes me a second to realize what he sees. When I do, I gasp.
    A darkened spiral staircase leads down from the balcony to the weathered boardwalk, and there is a man sitting on the bottom step. I can’t see his face—I can’t see more than a dark shape. But somehow I’m certain who it is.
    We approach, and he stands, and I see that I am right.
    “Ms. Fairchild,” Stark says, walking forward to meet us. He doesn’t look at Ollie at all. His eyes are wholly on me—burning amber and deep, dangerous black. “I was looking for you.”
    “Oh?” I try to sound cool, but I’m anything but. “Why?”
    “You’re my responsibility.”
    I exhale a bubble of laughter. “I hardly see how. I barely even know you, Mr. Stark.”
    “I promised your boss I’d see you safely home.”
    Beside me, Ollie steps closer. He clasps my shoulder in a protective gesture. His fingers tighten, and I can feel the