The Time Spirit Trilogy Omnibus

GOLDEN BLOOD

The Time Spirit Trilogy

Book 1

For H.S.

You are the hope within me.

I love you.

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches on the soul

And sings the tune without words

And never stops

At all

Emily Dickinson

They were an enigma. Throughout the ages there had only ever been rumors of these mysterious people who appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as quickly, whispers of swirling gold dust, unexplained piles of abandoned clothing left in dark alleys. Only a select few had glimpsed the reality and they chose not to speak of it. They knew the truth needed guarding. These people were special…chosen. Created for the sole purpose of changing history.

Chapter One

St. Augustine, Florida - 2011 AD

Gemma Hart pulled on her jeans and zipped the fly. Grabbing her shirt off the toilet seat, she threw it on and struggled to do it up. Her hands were shaking and still rippling with pins and needles. She bunched them into fists and shook them out before attempting her buttons again. Her fingernails shone gold, but that would only take another moment to fade.

She straightened her shirt, pulled on her black hoodie, and quickly assembled her long hair into a ponytail. Smoothing back any lumps, she fisted her hands for the last time. Flexing her fingers, she held them steady in front of her and examined the red knuckles on her right hand. They were still swollen, but the grazing was already healing. She ran a light finger over them, still feeling the man’s jaw crunch beneath her fist.

She frowned. It had been her only choice.

The phone in her back pocket dinged. With an irritated huff, she ignored the tone of the message and replied.

IM FINE. WHEN IS DEBRIEF.

She touched SEND and drew in a deep breath. The bell would ring soon and she didn’t want to be late for class. Gathering her bag from the floor, she checked her phone and made a mental note to be home by 5 p.m. Being late to class was one thing, but being late for a debrief was not worth the drama.

Unlocking the door, she peeked her head out of the stall and crept into the bathroom. She washed her hands and leaned against the basin, studying her weary reflection. She knew her body would soon be fully energized again, but it felt like the older she got the longer it took.

She snorted out a cynical laugh. Seventeen and already worrying about aging? Yeah, she had issues.

The bathroom door banged open. Gemma’s body snapped straight and her gaze dropped to the floor. She could feel the curious glances. No one ever just skimmed over her. She was always studied from a safe distance, never approached. But that was her fault, right? She wasn’t exactly the friendliest girl at St. Augustine High School.

Clearing her throat, she lifted her bag, grabbed her binder, and turned to look directly at the two bug-eyed freshman. They both looked to the ceiling. Gemma rolled her eyes and squeezed past them. What was the point?

The hallway was crowded. The chaotic symphony was rising in a steady crescendo as students loitered near their lockers, expecting the post-lunch bell to ring at any moment.

Dana Monroe and her posse of girls giggled their way past Gemma. She paused to let them go by. Getting noticed by the gossip queens was painful. They had enough rumors on her to start their own paper and she didn’t need another headline.

She waited until their perfect curls and tiny waists were four lockers away before moving into the human traffic and turning the opposite direction. She’d take the long route to English class. Not the best option, but better than the girls turning to see her then bunching their heads together. She hated the way they did that. It’s not like she couldn’t still hear their whispered insults. So she was rude to Dana once, the girl had no idea what she was trying to protect. The only reason the petite brunette even invited her out was because Gemma met her pretty friend criteria and she had an older brother who was smoking hot.

Gemma did not have the luxury of cozying up to a bunch of girls. Girls talked, shared secrets…and there were things she was never allowed to say. Her no-close-friends policy had been working well for the last two-and-a-half years. She hadn’t expected to have absolutely no friends, but be rude to a gossip queen once and your social life was over.

Gemma shook her head. Dana had actually done her a favor. Being alone was easier and she was happy that way. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Turning the corner, Gemma came across a loud group of fellow juniors who were jostling over some poor freshman’s bag. Intervening for the skinny kid, whose face could be mistaken for a page of Braille, was the right thing to do, but that would illicit unwanted attention and more gossip. Despite this, her steps slowed as she pictured exactly how she could end the torment, taking down each player with swift precision.

I really shouldn’t, but how I can just walk past?

Her indecision was taken away when her hulking brother sauntered around the opposite corner. He was six-foot-three and built like a Mac truck. He spotted the problem and hollered at the boys. Silence descended. Every head turned toward the drama, but none was provided. The bullies scampered like puppies.

With the prospect of Dominic Hart pounding a bunch of juniors no longer an offer, the milling bystanders lost interest and turned back to their conversations.

Collecting the bag that had been thrown sky high, Gemma pulled it back into shape and handed it over. The boy mumbled a quick thank you, shot Dominic an I want to be just like you when I grow up smile, and took off down the hall.

Nice going, loud mouth.

Thanks, slim. He lightly punched her arm then picked up her right hand. Rubbing a thumb over the knuckles, he squeezed her fingers and winked. Nice work today.

See you at five.

He dropped her hand and walked backwards singing, I’ll be there.

Laughter bubbled up Gemma’s throat, but it was cut off by the sight of Harrison Granger. His blonde hair flashed into view as she turned and Gemma’s lips warred between a smile and a frown. Pulling her binder close to her chest, she raised it to cover her mouth and silently watched him.

He was with Darren Kidman as usual. They were laughing about something. Darren slapped Harrison on the shoulder and pushed him into the lockers. Harrison countered with a fake punch to the head that didn’t connect.

His brown eyes were playful. Harrison dropped his bag on the floor and ran a hand through his scruffy waves of hair. He did that a lot.

Darren was shaking his head as Gemma walked past. That is such crap. You are full of it, Granger.

Harrison grinned and opened his locker. I’m not, I swear.

I won’t believe it till I see it. You are coming over on Sunday and it’s on. There is no way you can score that high on…

The bell let out a shrill ring. Gemma missed the name of the game she assumed was to do with Darren’s XBox. There was a reason why that guy didn’t have a girlfriend.

She hadn’t pegged Harrison for the gamer kind, but there was a lot she didn’t know about him. A lot she never would. Forcing herself not to turn back, she let out a disappointed sigh and hurried off to English.

English was delivered in its usual monotone, the discussion questions answered with limited enthusiasm. Gemma sat in the back and took her usual silent observer role. When the bell finally rang, she collected her books and headed to History, her stomach a tight ball of vibrating nerves.

She loved and loathed the subject.

It was by far her favorite class. Mr. Lomax was a cool teacher who was passionate about any era but the present. Unlike most of the student population, he took a liking to Gemma. For once, she was sure it had nothing to do with her looks and everything to do with the fact she excelled in History.

Okay, let’s get started. Now, what were we doing yesterday? He scratched his receding black curls and flicked through the textbook on his desk. That’s right! He clapped his hands together. Eighteenth Century socialism. Let’s get excited, people. This is a fascinating subject. Now who can tell me… Mr. Granger, hurry up and take your seat, sir.

Sorry, Mr. Lomax.

Harrison grinned and slouched over to his seat. Gemma admired the way his tall, lanky frame folded into the chair. He shuffled back in his seat, exposing a flash of red boxers, then swung around to borrow a pen from the girl behind him.

Harrison’s smile was warm as he said thank you. Gemma glanced away when it brushed over her, her heart skipping three beats.

There sat the reason for hating this class. Fifty-five minutes of pining for someone she could never have equated to the cruelest type of torture.

Gemma flicked open her textbook as commanded and found her place. The text on the page blurred. She bit down hard on her lip. At least tomorrow was Saturday. She could go a whole two days without having to encounter her forbidden fruit. Not that she’d know what to do if he ever did talk to her.

Chapter Two

St. Augustine, Florida - 2011 AD

Harrison Granger knew he shouldn’t be running. Pride should have made him stand his ground and take the pounding, but the situation was so ridiculous, he didn’t think it warranted a black eye.

Ducking around an elderly lady admiring the antique storefront, he threw a glance over his shoulder and swore. Picking up his pace, he wove through a clump of tourists and tried to make it back to the safety of his car.

Jordan Monroe was a frickin’ idiot if he thought Harrison was after Dana. One false move with that vindictive gossip and the rep he’d been building over the last four months would be terminally tarnished. Not that he needed to be the most popular guy in school or anything; he just didn’t want to be the lone freak again.

Besides, he’d promised himself no more relationships. At the age of seventeen he’d had one that he considered worthwhile and ending it had been painful. Admittedly, he’d been a fourteen-year-old lovesick puppy, but it was enough to swear off girls for the rest of high school. Having a mother with the irritating compulsion to move all the time was hardly conducive to settling in.

It wasn’t his fault that girls kept throwing themselves at him. It’s not like he’d led Dana on; if anything, she was struggling to grasp the meaning of the word no.

Harrison paused beside a huge gumball machine and crouched low. When he’d tried to calmly explain his stance to Jordan, the guy’s face had turned beet red and his three gorilla buddies had bunched their fists. Harrison rolled his eyes. This was hardly the way he’d planned to spend his Saturday morning. He’d fled the house in a bid for peace. His stepsister and his mother were in the throes of an all-out war over the state of her bedroom and the four males of the house had wisely retreated.

Granger! C’mere, you weed.

His pulse jumped before his feet did. Skirting around a couple with backpacks, he pushed through a bunch of boys and threw himself around the corner. His car was only three blocks away, but if they caught him there he couldn’t guarantee that his prize possession would remain safe during the scuffle. Deciding not to risk it, he turned left down a quiet lane and plowed straight into an unsuspecting girl.

Sorry, sorry. Oh crap, I’m sorry. Harrison reached out a hand. The girl ignored his gesture and stood up on her own, brushing the dirt from her jeans. Are you okay?

I’m fine. Her voice was a soft murmur. She collected up the new book and DVD that had flown from her bag, keeping her gaze on the pavement.

Harrison glanced behind him, quickly assessing if he had time to linger. Turning back to the girl, he faced her for one final apology and recognized her.

Oh hey. Gemma, right? We’re in History together.

Her smile was fleeting. Flicking her long, glossy ponytail back over her shoulder, she bit the corner of her mouth and nodded. He’d often wondered about her. She was a strange girl, never talked to anyone and always spent her lunchtimes holed up in the library. Her stunning beauty was intimidating. When he’d first noticed her he’d been swiftly warned off by his new friends. According to them she was a total freak, an expert snob, and the meanest girl in school.

Oh great. She frowned.

Harrison glanced behind him and swore. Jordan and his buddies were coming around the corner.

Gemma’s green eyes were a mix of curious amusement at his reaction.

Come on. He pointed to Camilla’s Closet, a secondhand clothing store. The bell tinkled loudly as they entered. He shone the lady behind the counter a smile and grabbed a couple of things off the nearest rack. Gemma followed him to the change rooms.

Glancing back, he saw Jordan scowling outside the store window then nodding to the others. They branched away, entering stores in what looked like a systematic search. Grabbing a couple more things from the next rack, he led Gemma to the nearest change room and locked the door behind them.

Harrison hung the clothes on the hook and pressed his ear to the door.

I don’t think they saw us. It won’t take them long to check in here though.

Gemma was leaning against the wall, studying him with that intense gaze of hers. Her full lips twitched as she pulled the top of her shirt closer together. He smiled, hoping to make her more comfortable.

So, I take it since you followed me in here that you don’t like running into Jordan Monroe.

Her lips toyed with a smile. I can’t afford to.

He tipped his head and raised his eyebrows.

She let out a short sigh. He’s always trying to hit on me and it gets really annoying. Before you know it he’s running home to Mommy with a bloody nose and I get a week’s detention.

You…you beat up Jordan Monroe?

Her cheeks turned red and she lowered her gaze. It’s not that hard if you know what you’re doing.

And you do?

My father does a little martial arts. He showed me a few moves. She flicked her hand in an obvious bid for casualness.

You’ll have to show me sometime. I hate running.

It can be the better option. I don’t think less of you for doing it.

Harrison gave her a slow smile. She jerked her collar together with a frown.

The bell tinkled loudly and Harrison tensed, suddenly aware that their feet were obvious if anyone stooped to look under the change room doors.

Quick. He jumped up onto the seat and beckoned Gemma to do the same.

Her hesitation was subtle, but he noticed. He moved aside to give her room to step up. With not much space, he tucked her against the wall and placed his arms either side of her head.

Sure the close proximity was making her uncomfortable, he turned his head and locked his eyes on the door. Her soft breath tickled his chin and he was soon unable to resist. He gazed down at her, struck like he was the first time by her stunning beauty. Her smooth skin was a light cocoa, making her green eyes a powerful contrast. Her petite straight nose and full lips were perfectly proportioned on her long oval face and he didn’t even want to get started on the body that he knew lived beneath her baggy clothing. He’d watched her train. She was a cheetah on the track and there’s no way a girl like that didn’t have a fine figure. Dana’s constant griping from the bleachers had to be out of sheer jealousy.

Heavy footsteps approached the door and they both went still. They waited in breathless silence until they heard a string of curses followed by a sharp command to leave the store. A moment later the bell tinkled, followed by a heavy slam of the door.

Harrison let out his breath and chuckled. He knew he should be jumping from the seat and helping Gemma down, but he didn’t want to move. He was surprised by how much he liked having the school’s freak this close to him.

Gemma’s eyes rose to meet his. What?

He kept his smile in place. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to talk to you.

Is that a line?

No, he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

Her eyes went stormy and she bit her lip. Flustered, she pushed him away and jumped down. She collected her bag and reached for the lock. I gotta go.

No, wait. He grabbed her hand and froze. His skin was on fire. Looking down at his fingers, he felt warm licks of flame curl up each digit and spread over his hand.

Gemma’s eyes were huge as she jerked away and rubbed her thumb over her fingertips.

What was that?

She shook her head with a frown and backed away from him, crashing into the door. With fumbling fingers she undid the lock and burst out, weaving around the clothing racks and shooting out the door.

Harrison leaned against the frame to watch her. He curled his fingers into a fist then flexed them straight. The warm lick of flame was rapidly cooling. His disappointment surprised him.

Harrison reached his car without incident. Jordan and his thugs were either lost in the maze of streets still looking for him or they had given up. A black Ducati bike grabbed his attention as it tore past. Harrison recognized Gemma’s sleek frame. He couldn’t believe the girl owned such a powerful machine. What kind of parent buys their kid something like that?

His definitely wouldn’t.

He ran his hand over the roof of his beloved 1978 Corvette Stingray. He’d found it in an old junkyard and his stepfather, Bryan, had convinced him to go for it. They’d hauled it home to much laughter, making Harrison seriously doubt Bryan’s ability as a mechanic, but piece-by-piece they had worked on it and he now owned a well-tuned classic. Dropping into the driver’s seat, he ran his hands over the wheel and smiled as the engine rumbled to life.

As usual, the drive home was the best part of his day. He hadn’t admitted it to his mother yet, but he loved Florida’s eastern coastline. Driving over the Bridge of Lions, he headed south down the waterfront. The sun-kissed ocean sparkled like diamonds. It was a far cry from the inner cities of Pittsburgh and Atlanta. He could almost forgive his mother for uprooting them yet again. Maybe this time it would be worth it.

He thought of Gemma as he pulled into his street, how in awe he’d been when he’d first seen her. He didn’t want to believe the rumors for a second, but when four or five of his best smiles earned him nothing more than a sharp frown, he decided to give up. But now…

He rubbed his fingertips together. The fire feeling had gone, but not the simmering in his brain. For the first time since he was fourteen, he felt that yearning. His forehead creased with a frown.

Pulling into his driveway, he turned off the engine and gazed up at his house. It was a large, white, two-story box. A smaller, white one-story box sat next to it and was Bryan’s beloved double garage. The house could not be plainer, but it was functional, sunny, and starting to feel like home. They all seemed happy here.

The front door slammed with a vibrating force. An irate Rosie marched down the steps with a garbage sack in each hand. Her blonde bangs flicked back and forth and her lips moved in a torrent of words that weren’t allowed inside the house.

Harrison grinned at his stepsister as he stepped out of the car.

She paused. Welcome to the tyranny that is this house!

I told you not to ask Mom for any favors before ten am, but you just couldn’t wait, could ya?

Shut up.

He tipped his head with a gentle smile. Need a hand?

She sighed and grinned. He helped her lift the heavy bags into the trash cans against the garage wall then followed her through the glass kitchen door. As soon as they entered the house her scowl returned and she stomped past her stepmother and up the stairs.

Helen smiled serenely at the huffy fourteen-year-old, then folded a pair of shorts from the huge pile of washing overtaking the kitchen table. The kitchen smelled fresh from frenzied cleaning, another reason to flee the house on Saturday mornings. Harrison closed the door behind him.

How do you do that, you little tin-ass freak? Justin’s loud voice shot from the living room.

I am not. You just can’t handle being beaten by a six-year-old! Sam yelled back.

Harrison threw his keys into the bowl on the counter as Helen let out a groan and Bryan sauntered into the kitchen.

Tin-ass freak? Honey! They get that from you.

You don’t have to thank me, sweetie.

I’m not thanking you, you big oaf! She threw the towel she’d just folded at him and laughed.

He grabbed it off his head and jumped around the table, wrapping his arms around her waist and raspberrying her neck. She giggled like a schoolgirl. Harrison folded his arms and leaned his hip against the counter, watching with a smile.

Bryan had brought his mother back to life. Harrison had been nine when Bryan came on the scene, before that they’d just been a duo. His father died before he was born.

Harrison had wanted to hate the guy and his two annoying kids, but fell in love with them before he could stop himself. Two years later Sam was born and his mother officially became Mrs. Helen Chatsworth.

Harrison’s cell phone beeped, pulling the canoodling couple apart.

Oh hey, sweetie. How was town?

Good. He slid open his phone.

Rosie crashed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Okay, I’m done. Can I have my life back now?

She stood in front of Helen with an outstretched hand. Her stepmother held out the fuchsia pink cell phone.

Thank you. She snatched it back and retreated up the stairs.

Bryan shook his head as he closed the fridge.

She’s your daughter. Helen kissed his cheek as he walked past. He slapped her on the butt and headed back out to the garage, a cold beer in hand.

You home for dinner, hon? Helen placed a folded shirt onto Justin’s pile.

Harrison slid his phone shut. No, looks like I’m going to the movies with Darren and the girls. I’ll just grab something on the way.

Please don’t have chili fries and a Coke.

What do you want me to eat, Mom? Sushi?

Sushi would be great. She beamed.

I’m not eating seaweed.

Well could you at least have something with vegetables in it?

Harrison laughed as he grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the jar. I love you too, Mom.

Yeah, whatever. She placed a folded shirt on Sam’s pile and grimaced as he ate the cookie in one bite. How did I get such a charming son?

He brushed the crumbs from his lips and walked past her with a cheeky grin.

Stop.

No way. She couldn’t have seen…

Turn.

He knew that tone. Keeping his expression bland, he turned. His mother’s eyes narrowed and she tipped her head.

What’s that look in your eyes?

What look?

That one you get when you’ve seen something you want and are coming up with a plan of attack.

He shrugged. Don’t know what you’re talking about.

Her eyes narrowed further. He was done for.

Do you like one of the girls you’re going to the movies with tonight?

Nope.

She leaned toward him.

"You like someone."

He looked at the floor.

Harrison Nathan Granger.

It’s no big deal, Mom.

This isn’t going to be another Amy incident, is it?

He tipped back his head and rolled his eyes. Mom, I was a lovesick romantic when she dumped me, of course I was going to react badly.

I haven’t seen this look on your face for a long time. Don’t forget I know you better than you think.

He shook his head. Amy never would have broken it off if we hadn’t been moving for the millionth time that year.

Hey…

Anyway, if you’re serious about staying here until after I graduate, that gives me a year and a half to have a little fun, so what’s the big deal?

That’s not your style, baby. You’re always all or nothing.

Harrison sniffed and shoved his hands in his pockets. Well, it’s nothing, so don’t worry about it.

Helen’s face crinkled with a frown, her eyes storming with intensity. Harrison sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Mom, I know it’s like asking you not to breathe, but you can do it, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.

I just don’t want to see you get hurt again. I know-

Mom! Justin’s cheating!

I am not, you little brat!

Helen closed her eyes with a sigh. Harrison patted her shoulders and turned to leave.

Harrison.

He glanced back and felt his spine ripple with unease. There was that look. Her eyes were glassed over in memory and he wondered yet again if she was seeing his father. She never spoke of him.

In the past, one look like that would have sent her into a week’s depression. They usually moved a month or so later. Harrison felt his insides hitch.

Mom! Justin, stop it! Sam’s demand was followed by a sharp yelp.

Helen’s eyes snapped back into focus. She cleared her throat and gave her son a shaky smile. Don’t be late, okay?

Yes, ma’am. He gave her a wink followed by the grin that always made her smile. It worked.

Chapter Three

Ponte Vedra Beach, Florida - 2011 AD

Gemma sprinted the last hundred meters and stopped in the sand by the wrought-iron gate leading to the pool area of her house. She checked her watch as she walked to the ocean’s edge and back, pulling in large gulps of air. Six-and-a-half minutes faster than yesterday.

She didn’t want to admit why she had pushed herself so hard. Her father would go into a lengthy lecture if he knew how much her limbs were burning right now. If anyone had seen her tearing down the beach that fast, she’d be in big trouble. They weren’t supposed to show their true colors in public.

Shaking out her arms, she rolled her neck and walked down the beach access pathway to the back of the house. The pool looked inviting, but she didn’t think her legs would cope with a swim. Her body had also adjusted to southern Florida’s heat and the idea of swimming in January now seemed ridiculous.

She paused by one of the blue-and-white-striped loungers to stretch. Placing her left ankle on the back of the chair, she folded her body over her long leg and winced at the pull. Her hamstrings would be paying her back big time in the morning. She was such an idiot.

Stupid Harrison Granger. He was ruining everything!

She cut her stretching short, another insane decision, and headed for the glass doors leading into the games room. Grabbing a hand towel from the linen cupboard, she wiped her face down and headed through the main entrance and up the stairs.

She was happy before. She had resigned herself to this life, but now… Flinging her towel into the laundry hamper, she walked through her large closet and into the bathroom. With a huff, she sat on the lid of the toilet to undo her shoelaces.

Ugh, Gemma, you stink.

Her older sister, Ruby, came through the doorway of her own walk-in closet, her delicate nose scrunched in disgust.

I’m just about to take a shower.

Wait until I’ve finished my hair.

Gemma leaned back against the cool tiles and watched Ruby pull out the hair dryer, styling her dark locks with precision. If people at school thought Gemma was pretty, they thought Ruby was stunning. The girl had model written all over her and she knew it.

Her curvy frame was wedged into a pair of skintight jeans and a purple top with a plunging neckline. Her voluptuous breasts were pushed together by a lacy purple bra that could just be detected through the fine fabric of her shirt.

Looking at Ruby dressed that way made Gemma all too aware of her non-existent breasts. She had always loved being small chested, it was easier for training, but every now and then she wished for some shape. She could never look sexy.

Hot date tonight?

Ruby wrapped the cord back around the hair dryer and grinned. You need to ask?

Who is he?

Marcus Wright. You know, the tall blonde with longish hair and muscly arms.

Gemma could picture him strutting the hallways like a peacock. He was an egotistical, second-string quarterback with the annoying habit of pointing and winking at the pretty girls. Ruby would make a meal of him.

So, what are you telling Mom?

That I’m out with Jenny and the girls.

Gemma bent her head to hide the cringe. She had never been able to lie to her parents the way Ruby and Dom did. They had made an art form of straight-in-the-face fallacies. They always looked so innocent and sincere too. Gemma sometimes hated them for it, but the feeling never lasted. She didn’t want to be a liar, which is why she sucked so badly at it.

What are you doing? Ruby fiddled with her bangs until each hair stood exactly where it was supposed to.

Not sure. Are Mom and Dad home?

Mom got back from the lab an hour ago and Dad’s due home at seven.

In that case, I might go to the movies.

By yourself again? Ruby frowned. Gemmy, how are we even related?

She bit the corner of her lip as Ruby opened her make up drawer and pulled out various products. So much for taking a shower.

Dominic’s large form appeared in the doorway. Unlike Ruby, he was still wearing the same clothes he’d been slouching in all day.

Rubes, I just spoke to Marcus. We’re doubling.

What? No we’re not!

It’s the only way I could get Angie to say yes, okay? He walked into the room and checked his hair in the mirror. Don’t get your panties in a twist, we’ll split after dinner. I need some time to turn that shy little redhead into the woman she was born to be.

Oh puke. Ruby snapped her foundation closed and dropped it in the drawer. I hate to break it to you, Dom baby, but you’re not that much of a stallion.

You’d like to think that.

Whatever.

Gemma watched from her perch on the toilet, grinning broadly. Her mother always said the twins had been squabbling since having to share a womb. Ruby had nothing on Dom’s size, but she was feisty, which made for an even match.

What people would never know is the lengths the twins would go to for each other. Secretly, they were each other’s best friends.

Hey, slim. Dom knuckled the top of her head.

She flicked his hand off and punched him lightly in the stomach. He blocked her blow with a laugh and knuckled her hair again. She smoothed it back with a dignified smile.

How was the run?

Faster than yesterday.

Nice. Dom smiled. Ask Ruby how her run went?

Shut up. I’ll go tomorrow morning.

Don’t we have training with Dad tomorrow?

Oh crap! Ruby shoved the brush back into her mascara. I forgot. Can you guys just tell Dad I ran anyway, please?

What was your time? Dom folded his arms at Ruby’s black look. You know he’ll ask.

Just make it three minutes slower than Gemma’s.

Dom looked at his little sister.

I actually ran nineteen minutes today.

For five miles? His eyes bulged. Who was chasing you?

I pushed too hard. She bit her lip. Dad’ll be annoyed.

Okay, fine. Ruby turned to face them both. Dom, you ran your usual twenty-four, I was twenty-seven, and golden girl over there can be twenty-three. Everybody happy?

Dom looked a little miffed, but he couldn’t deny that Gemma was now beating him regularly. She squashed the pride that rose in her chest then bit her lip.

It’s only a baby lie, slim. You can do it.

She cleared her throat. You know I suck at lying.

That’s just because you don’t try hard enough. Ruby stretched her lips wide to apply her lip pencil.

Gemma huffed and Dom placed his hand on her shoulder. Once you know the tricks of the trade it gets easier. You just have to practice.

I don’t want to-

Gem, sweetie. Ruby opened her lipstick tube. The only way to survive in this family is to learn the art of falsehood. Think of it as acting. We’re just playing the role of normal teenagers.

But we’re not normal.

Well we can at least try to be!

Gemma looked away as Ruby’s eyes flashed down at her. Anyway, that rule doesn’t apply to Mom and Dad. You shouldn’t be lying to them.

If we didn’t lie we’d be as friendless as you. Mom and Dad’s expectations are unrealistic. No dating until college? Seriously? Closing her makeup drawer, Ruby turned her face from side to side, admiring the reflection.

Ignore Ruby. If you’re happy how you are, Gem, stay that way. We all do what we do to survive.

He gave her knee a quick horse bite and left.

Gemma rubbed her knee and looked back at Ruby.

You look really pretty.

Thanks, sweetie. Appeased, Ruby shone her a bright smile and headed out the door.

Gemma listened to it click behind her sister before rising from her seat and turning on the shower. Since she wasn’t meeting anyone, she had the luxury of having the longest shower in the world. Her indulgent smile faltered as the previous thought reentered her brain. She wasn’t meeting anyone. She was never meeting anyone.

Thanks to her porcupine behavior at school, no one dared approach her; even Dom and Ruby had stopped inviting her to their senior soirées. The only person who smiled at her in school was Mr. Lomax. The guy was in his late forties.

Gemma, you’re such a loser!

She ran her hand under the spray to check the temperature and went to take off her smelly clothes.

Harrison spoke to you today.

She frowned.

He seemed interested.

Her frown deepened and she shut off the water. Drying her hand on her towel, she hung it over the rail and knocked on Ruby’s door.

Her sister was standing in her closet debating various shoe options.

Can we talk? Gemma squeezed past her and perched on the edge of her bed.

What’s up, stinky?

I just had one question. Gemma picked up one of the many teddy bears and stroked its soft ear. When you’re with… well, if you were kissing a guy or maybe holding his hand. Did… does it…

Does it what?

Does it ever feel like your skin’s on fire?

Ruby looked up from her shoe collection and thought for a minute. I guess if it gets kind of intense my skin feels hot.

I mean-

But then you have to ease back. Never have sex, Gem. That’s one of the golden rules. You can mess around, but you need to keep the relationship casual and breakable. If you start falling for a guy, you want to tell him things.

Gemma’s mouth went dry as Ruby’s expression lost all its playfulness.

Why are you asking?

No reason, I-

Ruby’s right brow arched and her eyes narrowed. Gemma blushed and looked down.

A sharp knock on the door saved her life. Before Ruby could respond, Penelope Hart breezed into the room. Even in casual wear the woman looked like a high-class lady. Her black hair was pulled into a precise ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her penetrating blue eyes, highlighted with perfectly applied makeup, missed nothing.

Gemma, you really shouldn’t be sitting on Ruby’s bed when you smell that bad.

Gemma gave her a meek smile and stood. She took her time returning the teddy bear to its rightful place, praying her mother couldn’t read minds. One whiff of Harrison Granger and her parents would come down on her with the wrath of Hades. Well, that’s what she thought anyway.

My, my, Ruby Hart. Don’t you look a treat.

Thanks, Mom. Ruby grinned as she pushed her foot into a high-heeled sandal.

Where are you off to?

Just out with the girls. I think Dom’s trailing along too.

Hmmm. Make sure he keeps those hands to himself. You know what he’s like around girls.

Oh, Mom. You know he’d never break the rules. Ruby kissed her mother’s cheek and squeezed her arm.

Gemma knew she shouldn’t be surprised by her sister’s award-winning performance; the twins had been doing it for years. She just didn’t understand how her parents bought it so easily. The one time she’d lied to her parents about drinking a can of Coke they had read her in a snap and made her write a two-page essay on the evil liquid. She was totally grossed out, so the punishment worked, plus she’d never tried to bend the rules again. The look of disappointment on her father’s face had been crushing.

Gemma, what are you up to sweetheart?

I’m going to the movies.

With friends? Penelope looked hopeful.

Uhh… Gemma sighed and shook her head.

Gemma. When we moved up to Ponte Vedra Beach last year you begged us not to pull you out of St. Augustine High. Remember?

She nodded.

You said you found it hard enough to make friends and you didn’t want to be the new kid again.

It wasn’t just for me. Dom and Ruby didn’t want to leave either.

Yes, but you were the only one who convinced your father to buy you that wretched bike to commute with.

Gemma blushed. Her one triumph. She still couldn’t believe her father had said yes.

The point is, you’ve been at the same school for nearly three years now and your status remains the same. Penelope placed a delicate hand on her shoulder. You stand out when you’re friendless. People think you’re weird.

I’ll go to one of those end-of-the-run arty movies tonight. No one else will even be in the theater.

Her mother shook her head. All I’m asking is that you make a few casual acquaintances. Isn’t there anyone you can call?

Gemma’s brow wrinkled as she shook her head. A look of sympathy flickered over Penelope’s face as she reached for her daughter’s chin.

You don’t need to be afraid. We’ve raised you to trust your instincts. You can lie as well as the rest of us. We know you won’t break the oath.

That’s not what happened last time.

Her mother smiled. We put out those fires.

We moved to the other side of the country and I was grounded for two months.

Which I still think was way harsh, it’s not like she told on purpose. Ruby examined her complete effect in the full-length mirror.

Penelope frowned, but let the comment slide. Gemma, that was three years ago. You’ve matured a lot since then. Now stop punishing yourself.

I’m not punishing myself, I just don’t want to screw up again.

You won’t. If anything, you’re screwing up by not making any friends. Unless you have aspirations of becoming a hermit, you need to start engaging in human interactions now.

Gemma frowned.

We trust you.

I don’t want to lie to my friends.

Well, you don’t have any, so that’s okay.

Ruby! Shhh. Her mother’s stern expression dropped away as she turned back to face Gemma.

Please, Mom, I’m happier this way.

Your father and I are not. We want to see a little more effort. You’re not doing us any favors by being the school freak. People just gossip about you and then they get curious.

I hardly think anyone’s going to guess the truth.

That’s not the point, Ruby. If the truth gets out, it puts our family in a very dangerous position. Now, Gemma, next time you head off to the movies, I want you to be going with a friend.

Yes ma’am. She pasted on that good girl smile that always made her mother nod with satisfaction. It worked.

Chapter Four

St. Augustine, Florida - 2011 AD

It was seven o’clock when Harrison entered the mall. Most of the stores were closed for the night, except for the eateries. He walked past Antonio’s and sniffed, wishing he’d stopped there instead of grabbing a cheeseburger and Coke at Burger King. A thick slice of Italian pizza with the works would have gone down nicely.

Next time.

Stepping onto the escalator, he rode it to the top, enjoying the art of people watching. Behind him, there was a young couple with their hands in each other’s back pockets, giggling over a shared milkshake. There was a frazzled father with three exuberant children in front of him. They were all talking at once and squabbling over which movie to see. Harrison didn’t bother hiding his grin as he stepped past the man and headed to the ticket counter.

As usual, he had beaten Darren and the girls. He decided to go ahead and buy everyone’s tickets so they could at least get good seats. Stepping into line, he scanned the times and titles. Death’s Doorway was playing hourly over the weekend. Checking his watch, he decided to go for the seven-thirty session; everyone should have arrived by then.

He pulled out his wallet and grabbed some cash, then glanced up and felt his insides jolt. Two ahead of him in the line was the girl he’d been thinking about all day. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers together as he watched her.

Gemma smoothed back her hair and ran a hand down her long, braided ponytail. It swung down her back like a pendulum. Clearing her throat, she stepped up to the ticket counter and spoke too softly for Harrison to hear.

Please be Death’s Doorway.

She gave the teller a shy smile then took her bottled water and headed towards the theaters. Harrison strained to see which way she was heading, annoyed that she disappeared out of sight before his turn.

Changing his mind, he bought just one ticket and raced toward the theaters. There were six doorways to choose from. He’d check everyone if he had to. Harrison opened the first door to a loud scream and squeal of tires. Racing up the ramp, he checked the screen to make sure it wasn’t a preview and was happy to eliminate the movie so quickly.

He got lucky in the second theater as well, although glimpsed the end of Death’s Doorway. Darren would not be impressed. He had already predicted the ending and he was totally wrong.

Harrison paused outside the third theater and saw it was some foreign film. He nearly skipped over it, but knew it would only take a second to check.

Racing up the ramp, he saw the opening titles were just beginning so he popped his head around the corner. Gemma was sitting near the back, her slender legs perched on the seat in front of her. She had the theater to herself.

Harrison ran his hands through his hair and smiled. Taking a breath, he thought casual and sauntered up the steps. She spotted him immediately. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion then popped wide with recognition.

Hey. He sidled down the row and plopped down beside her.

She jerked away when he leaned against their shared armrest.

Are you… Are you stalking me?

His laughter was rich as he lifted his hands. Hey, I like… he gazed at the screen and squinted. Rice… dis… him… him…

"Risse des Himmels. It means Tears of Heaven."

Of course it does. He adjusted his jacket and shuffled down in his seat, stretching his legs out like Gemma’s.

She brought her legs down and sat up straight. He responded to her sidelong frown with a broad smile.

Her lips twitched. I never pegged you for the foreign film type.

We’ve spoken less than fifty words to each other, you have no idea what my type is.

She looked skeptical then took a long swig from her water bottle, no doubt trying to hide her expression.

Okay, fine. Harrison sat up and leaned towards her. Truth is, I was supposed to be seeing Death’s Doorway, but when I saw you ahead of me in the line I realized I’d rather hang with you.

Her skepticism morphed to pain.

Not a line, I swear. He shuffled around in his chair again, striving for casualness. So why are you in here?

Because I like depressing German love stories.

He shot her a dry look.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. Because it’s two hours in a dark room where no one is looking at me or expecting anything from me. It’s uninterrupted peace.

His bottom lip popped out in thoughtfulness as he nodded. I get that.

Really?

Having the movie theater to yourself must help.

"Yeah, it usually does."

He chuckled at her derisive expression then turned back to the screen. He wasn’t sure why it felt so good to be near her. Maybe it was the fact she smelled like Apple Blossom shampoo. Or maybe it was the fact he could see how perfect her skin was or pick up on the way her nose twitched and her eyes blinked when she was trying to concentrate but failing.

She turned to speak to him a couple of times, but chickened out. He tried not to laugh. Her awkwardness was endearing. For reasons he didn’t understand, he remained quiet and focused on reading the subtitles.

The movie could be easily classed as tedious. The dialogue was lengthy and the action sparse. From what he could tell the blonde chick was in love with a tall Jewish man, but World War II was imminent. Would their love survive against these impossible odds? He cringed. If Gemma didn’t talk soon, this was going to be the longest two hours of his life.

The blonde was stealing a forbidden kiss when the brunette beside him finally spoke up.

So, I see you managed to make it safely back to your car this morning.

Yeah, I saw you speeding away.

Jordan and his apes went the opposite direction to the parking lot. Lucky for you.

Harrison smiled.

Why was he after you?

Ugh! He thinks I like his sister.

Dana? You do hang out with her a lot.

Only because she won’t leave me alone.

The screen lit with a sunshine shot, letting Harrison glimpse Gemma’s brief smile.

Well, unless she does, Jordan’s going to keep coming after you. He won’t do it at school. He can’t afford to get into any more fights, but if you see him out in public again, walk the other way.

Or… Harrison sat up straight. You could show me some moves.

Gemma laughed at his comical expression. The melodic sound was swallowed down when she caught herself. She cleared her throat and looked back to the screen.

Come on, please. Harrison tugged on her sleeve. Nothing much, just enough to slow him down.

Gemma nibbled on her lip, smoothed back her hair then stood and inched passed him.

Oh come on, don’t go.

I’m not. She turned back with a frown. Shuffling out to the aisle, she descended the stairs and stood in the open floor space in front of the screen. Are you coming?

He jumped from his seat and trotted down to meet her. She took off her hoodie and stood before him, feet apart, stance strong.

Taking off his jacket, he threw it on the floor and tried not to stare at how divine she looked in her tight jeans and fitted black tee.

Okay, what do you know?

What do you mean?

Her eyebrow arched and she tipped her head as if to say, Are you stupid?

Oh. Um… Harrison shook out his arms, then bunched his fists and raised them up like a boxer. I know I have to protect my upper body.

Your face. Gemma pushed his elbows up so his hands hovered in front of his face. Now punch me.

What? Harrison dropped his hands and shook his head.

You won’t hurt me. I’ll block you. She pulled his hands back up to his face. Her eyes flickered as the fire feeling no doubt raced through her digits as well.

Bunching his fists, he winced a little then drove his right hand toward her.

She flicked it away with a pitying frown. Would you try, please. Come on. She slapped him hard on the arm then raised her own fists. Hit me.

He took a short breath and punched hard. She grabbed his fist in a vice grip and pushed his hand away.

Harder. Bring the force through your body. She ran her hand up his torso and down the length of his arm to demonstrate.

Narrowing his eyes, he tried again. She blocked the right hand blow with her forearm, twisting it around to lock his hand by her side. He was totally exposed. He tried to pull away, but she held him fast.

Now I have a few options here. Her eyes sparked with amusement. I could either pull you towards me and head butt you, which is effective, but a little brutal. And if you get it wrong it hurts like hell.

He grinned.

I could also punch you in the face or throat. Or I could grab your shoulder and pull you forward to knee you in the groin. But most likely, I’d go for your gut. It’s soft, my hand stays unharmed, and you get winded. She demonstrated the move in slow motion. Their breath mingled as they turned to look at each other and she jerked back, releasing him.

Clearing her throat, she took a step away and swung her long braid over her shoulder to cover her collarbone. It’s your best option with Jordan, because of his height and build. Once he’s bent over holding his gut, you can bring your knee up to his face. That’ll daze him enough for you to get away.

And if his buddies are with him?

Her eyes went wide. Don’t you dare try this if his buddies are with him! You run like you did this morning. I’m not teaching you this stuff so you can be a hero. The best option is to run. These basics will just give you a chance to do that.

Okay, okay. He raised his hands and smiled.

The theater was pretty dark, but he was sure he spotted a faint blush as she bent her head.

So, I don’t suppose you mind running through that again, do you?

She looked up at the screen, nibbled on her lip as if fighting a smile then gave a small shrug.

Arms up, soldier.

He did as commanded. They practiced and laughed their way through the passionate love scene, the tearful argument, and the screaming separation of the characters on screen.

Gemma corrected Harrison’s technique with each hit, forcing the best from him. He could sense she was holding back. By the ease in which she taught him and the fluid movement of her body it was clear she was an expert fighter. He wondered how long she had been doing this kind of thing.

The image of a pint-sized Gemma dressed in karate gear at the age of five made him smile and nearly scored him a fist in the face.

Sorry! Gemma pulled back. Crap, Harrison, you need to concentrate or I’m going to damage you.

His smile was coy as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. I think it’s safe to assume that even if I was concentrating, you could damage me. He didn’t want to admit how much of a turn on that was.

They both blushed.

You’re fast. He smiled. She frowned. Your Dad must be a really good teacher.

Her chuckle twittered with nerves. He loves this stuff.

A loud scream from the screen made Gemma look up. The heroine was running across a field toward a bleeding body. Dropping to her knees, she lifted his head into her lap and stroked his graying skin.

You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you, Hart? Talk about your feel-gooder.

A giggle exploded from her lips. The smile spread over her face, turning it to sunshine. That’s just what Dom would say. She shook her head.

Your brother. He a movie fan?

Oh yeah. Last night he made me sit through a four-hour Jackie Chan fest.

I love Jackie Chan! Harrison jumped up on his toes and started dancing around like a martial arts idiot.

Gemma laughed. You’re ridiculous.

He aimed a high kick at her waist. She caught his ankle and tugged. He thumped to the floor with a groan.

You are cruel.

Her laughter was nervous, her expression a little guilty as she held out her hand to help him up.

He grabbed it, but didn’t let go when he was hauled to his feet. She looked up with surprise and tried to jerk away. He held fast until she relented, then rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, sending warm licks of flame up his arm.

She gazed down at their connection then up at his face.

Want to go somewhere? He spoke softly.

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty and she tried to pull her hand away.

I know a great spot on the beach. There’s this huge pine tree. When you climb to the top, it’s like you can see Heaven. Up there with nothing but the ocean for a soundtrack, you can believe you’re the only person on the planet.

I…

It’s also slightly more soothing than screaming German.

She smiled then caught her lip beneath her teeth. Her eyes traveled down to their hands then over the carpet and up to the screen before settling