Page 35 of A Dangerous Game
Now I feel even worse. “Where does she live?”
Forty-five minutes later, I’m in my car driving down to Sinclair ’s house. I stopped and picked up the most gorgeous flowers that the store had and stopped at the American Girl Doll Store. I knew the two had brown hair so I got them different dolls that each had brown hair with brown eyes. In order to prove that I’m not such an ass, I got them each two outfits for the dolls.
I spent close to five hundred dollars on all of this, but it was worth it.
Soon, I find myself in the driveway of her house and I can’t help thinking how normal it looks. I’m a dick to even think that there would be something that screamed Queen of Porn on her house, but I did think that way. Her house looks like a doll house with pink flowers that lead up to the door and lattice designs for shutters. There are two bikes that are resting against her tan garage door and they each have streamers that are coming out of the handles.
It’s obvious that girls live here.
I won’t lie to you when I say it makes me feel good that I’m showing up at her house like this unannounced. All I need is for her to have a secret husband or boyfriend and then get a punch in my face. Hell, a woman like Sinclair probably has tons of admirers, and I’m joining in the masses.
I climb out of my car and go to the trunk to grab the boxes from the American Doll Store. They’re big enough to need both hands but the clothes are wrapped in little white boxes with red ribbons on them. I did some creepy detective work and found out that their names are Jayla and Jenna so each of them have their names in perfect calligraphy on the boxes. I stack Sinclair's box of flowers on top of my arms and shut the trunk.
Carefully, I walk up the driveway and to her front door. Please don’t slam the door in my face. Oh my fucking god, I would flip out. Once I’m at her door, I set the boxes down and ring the door bell.
“Aunt Sin! Someone’s at the door!” I hear yelled by a little girl’s voice and then the patter of feet.
The door yanks open and a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes is staring up at me: “Who are you?” A musical voice asks and I look down to see the cutest and sweetest little girl. I know that this must be one of the twins, but which is unknown.
I open my mouth to say that I’m a friend, but another girl comes up to the door. It’s the first one’s mirror. Identical down to the hair cut. It’s insane. “Hi. Are you a friend of our aunt’s?”
These two girls have just ran into my heart and I know that I will do what ever is in my power to make sure that they are happy and safe. “Hi, I’m-”
“Caleb.”
I look up to see the angry eyes of none other Sinclair . She looks breathtaking without any makeup on and her hair in that weird top knot that women wear. She’s stripped bare in sweats and all of the glamour from the videos that I watched. “Hi.”
She places both hands on each shoulder of the girls and tugs them away from the door. “Go and put on a movie and I will be in soon.”
“Frozen!” They both yelled and ran back into the house.
Sinclair places a hand on her forehead and shrug. “I’m so tired of that damn movie.”
I shrug because I’ve never seen it but I hear what Duke says about it with his daughter. I know that kids are fucking obsessed with it. “I don’t know the movie.”
“Be happy. It’s annoying.” She drops her hand and faces me with some steely eyes. “What are you doing here?”
While I lean down to pick up the boxes that are on the ground, I pick up the box of flowers first. “I came to apologize. Sinclair, I don’t know what it is about you… but… Eh, never mind. It’s hard to explain. I bought you these to apologize.”
SINCLAIR
When I didn’t hear Duke’s rich and thick voice I knew that it wasn’t him at the door. Plus, the girls weren’t screaming from being happy. They love Duke.
I take the flower box out of his arms and see the remaining boxes on the ground. “You didn’t have to do this. I can imagine that you are busy. I just need someone that I can trust to represent me and I thought you would be him. But it’s all right. Thank you but you didn’t have to do this,” I hand them back to him and he throws his hands up.
“Sweetheart, let me in to explain everything.”
Most guys call me random pet names but having him call me this makes me feel warm inside. It’s weird and totally unexpected. I step away from the door and he leans over to pick up the remaining boxes. I recognize the symbol on them but refuse to ask.
He went to The American Girl Doll Store. Shit. Is he trying to buy my girls?
I swallow the curiosity and step back for him to come in. “You didn’t have to do this…” I mumble behind him but he sets the boxes down on the couch and then comes towards me with his hands spread.
“I know. I wanted to.”
With my box in my hands, I walk through the entry to the kitchen and set them down. I shimmy off the top and am met with three dozen pink roses. They are in the perfect bloom where they are open but won’t die tomorrow. “Caleb, these are beautiful. Thank you.”
I take the time to unwrap them carefully and bring one to my nose to smell. “You looked like a pink rose person.”
