The Romeo Club by Rebekah L. Purdy Read Free Book Online Page B

from the living room downstairs. My parents’ Sunday afternoon ritual of cards, snacks, and tunes was underway. Or, in other words, annoy the crap out of me time. They’d normally end up kissing at some point over a cribbage board or in between bites of crackers and cheese. Total gross fest, which is why I hid out in my room. As far as they knew, I was boggled down with homework.
    I slid my earbuds in, hoping to drown out their laughter and music. With a sigh, I pulled out the information Kenadi had given me about Portia. I jotted down a few tidbits to give to Trey. However, I decided against handing over all the intel at once. The last thing we needed him to do was go hog-wild with the info and ruin things.
    Once I wrote the stuff down, I ripped the paper from my notebook, then grabbed the T-shirt I’d bought Trey the other day. With any luck, I’d be able to sneak over to his house without Mom or Dad noticing. I tugged my headphones off and hurried down the hallway.
    The hardwood floors creaked beneath my feet, while beams of sunlight filtered in through the windows, reflecting off the framed pictures of me and my brother that lined the entire corridor. It was like the walk of shame. Mom insisted on highlighting the most embarrassing moments of our childhood through puberty. There was a pic of Drake on the kiddie toilet taking his first pee. One of me, screaming my head off during my first bath. Next to that, hung a photo of me and my brother running around naked through the sprinkler, when I was one and he was two.
    Needless to say, I’d never shown Rex or any other boy to my bedroom because I didn’t want to bring them down the hall of horrors. Well, I mean the Nerd Herd had seen them, but they didn’t really count.
    I made it out of the house and ran across our yard to Trey’s. Clouds drifted across the sky, hiding the sun. The scent of fresh cut grass filled the air. The large, blue, Victorian home sprawled out before me, its turret pointed toward the heavens like an arrow. I stepped onto the wraparound porch, covered with white wicker furniture and hanging flower baskets and walked to the front door. Standing in front of the wooden barrier, I knocked.
    Mrs. Garrett opened the door. “Hi, Delyla.”
    “Hello. Is Trey around?”
    “Yeah, come on in. He’s in his room, you can go on up.” She moved aside letting me in.
    My gaze flickered over the flowered wallpaper and stained glass windows. I hurried through the foyer and up the spiral staircase like I had so many other times. When I got to Trey’s door, I barged in.
    I gasped. There, standing in the center of his room, was Trey, wearing only a pair of boxers. My eyes roamed over his defined chest, to his muscled arms then back down again.
    “Holy, balls—sorry, I mean, I didn’t see your balls, I … ” Heat crept up the back of my neck and over my cheeks. I swallowed hard and turned my head in the other direction. When did he get so ripped? I didn’t remember the sleek muscles last summer when we went swimming at Lake Michigan.
    Trey chuckled. “You can look now, I put on my jeans.”
    Yeah, but he didn’t mention a shirt. The boy needed to cover up stat, or I might drool on him or something. I sucked in a deep breath trying to rein in my pulse. Okay, act cool. This is Trey. Not Rex. “Um, I got you this.”
    Without meeting his gaze, I handed him the T-shirt I’d bought for him.
    “What’s this for?” He held it up and smiled.
    I shrugged. “I saw it in the window at the mall and thought it was cute—then of course I thought of you.”
    His eyebrows went up.
    “I mean, not like that … ” Good grief. Maybe I ought to just shut my mouth before I said something even worse.
    He slid it on over his head. It fit perfectly. “Do you want me to pay you for it?”
    “No. It’s a gift. You know—to the new you.” I shoved my hands into my pocket and tugged out the piece of notebook paper. “Oh, and before I forget, I brought over a short