"I'm ready, are we going or not?"

"Yeah, just let me finish this match and we can go. Like eight minutes."

I had already sat up when she entered the room so she could sit on the couch with me, and she was eyeing it now, but instead turned and went into the bedroom. She stayed in there while Tyler played two more matches and didn't come out until he went to get her.

I took them all over Austin that afternoon, and while she was polite and would respond whenever I asked her a question, she wouldn't hold a conversation with me and made sure she was always by Tyler's side, farthest away from me. Maybe I was wrong about her feeling whatever this connection was, because she definitely didn't seem like she was having a hard time not touching me. It was all I could do not to grab her hand and keep her by my side.

When we were on the way back, she asked if we could stop by the grocery store, and we let her take over the shopping after her third eye-roll at our food choices.

"Don't worry," Tyler whispered as she compared packages of ground beef, "she's been cooking for herself since she was six; she's better than my mom."

I hadn't been worried, and now that added just one more thing I wished I could have protected her from. Because my dad and I worked from sunup to sundown most days, I was only ever in the kitchen to help with dishes. I thanked Mom and my sisters daily for making the food, but I couldn't imagine having to do it on my own when I was just a little kid. I'd have to thank them again.

Other than letting us carry the groceries in for her, she wouldn't let us help put them away and immediately started on cooking dinner for the three of us. I lay down on the couch just watching her move around the kitchen while Tyler played his game again. At one point it looked like she started dancing for a few seconds before she stopped herself, and God, if that wasn't the cutest thing I'd ever seen. When Ty was fully engrossed in the game, I got up and wandered into the kitchen, stepping right up behind her.

"Do you need help with anything?"

Her body tensed for a moment, and once it relaxed she turned her head up to look at me. "No, I'm fine. Thanks though."

"Could I help anyway?"

She continued to watch me with that same hurt and confused look from that morning. "Yeah, sure. You can make the salad." She grabbed a few things out of the fridge and brought them over to me before grabbing a couple more items that she'd bought at the store out of a bowl on the counter. "Dice these, and-wait, do you even like avocados?"

"I'll eat anything, darlin'."

Her mouth tilted up at the corners and her cheeks got red; I smiled to myself and made a mental note to call her that more often. "Well, if you don't like them, I can just put them in my bowl."

I grabbed the avocado from her and looked at it, a little confused. "Like I said, I'll eat anything. But how do you cut this thing?"

She laughed lightly and took it from my hand, sliding the cucumber and tomato in front of me. "Dice these first, then I'll show you how to cut the avocado." She handed me a knife and turned back to the stove.

I was flat-out awful at dicing those vegetables, but being in the kitchen with her had me smiling the entire time, and whatever she was cooking smelled damn good. "I think I did it right."

"There's really no way to mess up dicing veggies for a salad." She turned and looked. "You did it just fine. Haven't you ever diced something before?" I shook my head and she grinned at me. "Really? Well you did great. Let me show you how to do these."

She grabbed both avocados and handed me one of them before picking up her own knife. I'm not gonna lie, I purposefully kept messing up getting the seed out so that she finally had to reach over and grab my hands to show me what to do. I heard her intake of breath as soon as our hands touched, and I had to look away so she wouldn't see how wide I was smiling.

Hell. Yeah.

She finished showing me how to cut up the avocado and had me grab bowls and plates while she finished up whatever was on the stove. Every time I looked at it, she'd turn me away and say I wasn't allowed to see her secrets. I didn't know what was going on all day, but she was now acting just like she had that morning. Every smile and every touch had me falling for her that much more.

I touched her arm so she'd look up at me and I almost forgot what I was gonna ask as soon as her eyes met mine. "Uh, did I upset you this morning? I swear I didn't mean to. I had no idea about your dad."

She looked down, then back at the stove. "I didn't expect you to know about him. And what were you thinking upset me?"

"When I told you I'd teach you how to ride."

Cassidy huffed and shook her head once. "No, Gage, that didn't upset me. I would really like to learn how to ride, if you ever want to show me."

Did she think I would offer if I didn't want to? And would it be bad if I asked what those two things had to do with each other? "Of course I will. I mean, I heard what Tyler said, but I do think you'd like the ranch. I can't wait to take you there." Ah, too much. Too much.

"Sounds great." She picked up a spoon, then set it right back down and put both her hands on the counter before looking back at me. Her mouth opened and her eyebrows pulled together, then she looked into the living room at Tyler and back at me. "Dinner is about ready," she said softly. "Would you mind putting the salad on the table?"

When I turned around with the bowls, I saw Tyler staring at us and held back a sigh. I was gonna get crap for this later.

Cassidy had made crispy chicken fettuccine Alfredo, and all I could say was damn. I had to agree with Tyler that it was better than Aunt Steph's, and it rivaled Mama's cooking.

I stood up to help when she started clearing the dishes, but Tyler stepped in front of me before I got far. "I'm serious, man, she's mine."

"I heard you the first time."

"You sure about that?"

I glanced back at Cassidy. "Yeah, I'm sure. But you're the one who brought her here; you can't expect me to never talk to her, or offer my help when she's making us food. If we're all gonna live together, you need to get over the fact that I'm gonna be friends with her."

He remained quiet and smiled, waiting for Cassidy to return to the kitchen. "I couldn't care less if you're friends with her. Just don't forget that I'm the one who's been there for her every day for the last eleven years. Not you. I still see how you're looking at her, I'm not fucking blind, Gage."

Cassidy "I'M KIND OF TIRED, I'm going to bed. Thanks for showing us around today, Gage."

Tyler stood and walked over to me. "Want me to come with you?"

I shot a quick glance behind Ty to Gage, who was openly glaring at his cousin. "No, you guys need to catch up, I'll see you later."

"Sleep well, Cassidy," Gage said.

I smiled and waved like an idiot. "Night."

Tyler hugged me and Gage winked when I looked over Ty's shoulder at him. Seriously, this guy was so confusing! I walked to the bathroom I shared with Tyler to wash my face and brush my teeth before slipping into some pajamas and crawling into bed. I could hear the boys talking and Gage started laughing, warming my entire body. I sighed and flipped onto my side. I didn't understand him at all. First, he had a girlfriend, then he'd almost kissed me last night, and this morning I could have sworn he was flirting with me. Then he got upset when we wanted to go out this morning and Tyler told me that when he went to talk to him about it, Gage said he didn't want me living here, but tonight in the kitchen he kept finding a reason to touch me and wouldn't stop smiling at me. What the heck? I didn't know how to even act around him.

I must have fallen asleep, because I felt a little groggy when Tyler slipped into the bed later that night.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said softly.

"It's fine, I meant to wait up for you. I guess I was more tired than I realized."

He pulled me close to his body and wrapped his arms around me. "You've had a long last three days, you needed to sleep."

"True. Did you guys have fun talking?"

"Yeah, it's good to see him again. It's been a long time since we hung out."

"I'm sorry I'm ruining that; you really shouldn't have brought me, Ty."

He leaned back a little so he could see my face. "Cassi, I'll take you with me everywhere I go. And don't worry about Gage, he'll get over it eventually. I'm sure it's not you that he doesn't like, he just said it's going to mess up his relationship with Brynn having a girl live with him."

"I don't want to do that." Yes, yes, I do. I'd never experienced jealousy until I met Gage last night, and it was one ugly feeling. "When I turn eighteen, I'll get my own place, Ty."

"No, you won't. He'll get over it, and I want you with me, okay?"

I curled into his chest and nodded. "Love you."

Tyler leaned back again and tilted my face up to his. "I love you too, Cassi." His lips fell onto mine and I scrambled back, pushing against his chest as hard as I could.

"What the hell, Tyler?!" We slept in bed with each other, but we'd never actually kissed before.

"I'm sorry! I thought you wanted me to."

"What? Why would I want you to?" Oh my God, seriously, what the hell just happened?!

He sighed and relaxed his hold on me. "I don't-I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry, that was really stupid."

"Is that why you brought me to Texas with you?"

"No, it's not, I swear. You're my best friend, I would have never left you there. I'm sorry, like I said, that was really stupid."

I crawled off the bed and grabbed my pillow. "Maybe I should sleep on the couch tonight."

"No! Cassi, come on, don't do that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it hasn't just been a long three days for me. It's been even longer for you. I think we're both too tired and we aren't thinking clearly."

"Cass." He sighed and got out of the bed as well. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking doing that." He hugged me loosely and stepped back. "Please get back in bed."

"It's all right, I promise. I'm just going to sleep out there tonight-I think it would be best for us. I'll be back in here tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll go out there, you can stay in the bed."

I put my hand on his chest and pushed him onto the bed. "I'm way shorter than you; that couch was practically made for me. Good night, Ty, see you in the morning."

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Chapter One.

Rachel "CANDICE, YOU NEED to focus. You have got to pass this final or they aren't going to let you coach this summer."

She snorted and her eyes went wide as she leaned even closer to the mirror and tried to re-create her snort. "Oh my God! Why didn't you tell me how ugly I look when I do that!?"

I face-planted into the pillow and mumbled, "Oh dear Lord, this isn't happening." Lifting my head, I sent her a weak glare. "Snorts aren't meant to be cute. Otherwise they wouldn't be called something as awkward as 'snort.' "

"But my-"

"Final, Candice. You need to study for your final."

"I'm waiting on you," she said in a singsong voice. "You're supposed to be quizzing me."

I loved Candice. I really did. Even though I currently wanted to wring her neck. She wasn't just my best friend; she was like a sister to me and was the closest thing to family I had left. On the first day of kindergarten, a boy with glasses pushed me down on the playground. While he was still laughing at me, Candice grabbed his glasses and smashed them on the ground. That's playground love. And since then we've never spent more than a handful of days apart.

By the time we started thinking about college, it was just assumed we would go away together. But then my parents died right before my senior year of high school started, and nothing seemed to matter anymore. They had gone on a weekend getaway with two partners from my dad's law firm and their wives and were on their way home when the company jet's engine failed and went down near Shaver Lake.

Candice's family took me in without a second thought since the only relatives I had lived across the country and I hardly knew them; if it weren't for them I don't know how I would have made it through that time. They made sure I continued going to school, kept my grades up, and attempted to live as normal a life as possible. I no longer cared about graduating or going away to college, but because of them, I followed through with my plans of getting away and making my own life. I would forever be grateful to the Jenkins family.

I applied to every college Candice did and let her decide where we were going. She'd been a cheerleader for as long as I could remember, so it shouldn't have surprised me when she decided on a university based on the football team and school spirit. And granted, she was given an amazing scholarship. But Texas? Really? She chose the University of Texas at Austin and started buying everything she found in that god-awful burnt-orange color. I wasn't exactly thrilled to be a "Longhorn," but whatever got me away from my hometown was fine by me . . . and I guess the University of Texas accomplished that.

When we first arrived I remember it felt like walking into a sauna, it was so hot and humid; of course the first thing Candice said was, "What am I going to do with my hair?!" Her hair had already begun frizzing, and not more than five minutes later she was rocking a fro. We got used to the humidity and crazy weather changes soon enough though, and to my surprise, I loved Texas. I had been expecting dirt roads, tumbleweeds, and cowboys-let me tell you, I had never been so happy to be wrong. Downtown Austin's buildings reminded me of Los Angeles, and the city was unbelievably green everywhere and had lakes and rivers perfect for hanging out with friends. Oh, and I'd only seen a couple of cowboys in the almost three years we'd been there, not that I was complaining when I did. I had also worried when we arrived that with Candice's new burnt-orange fetish, people were going to be able to spot us like Asian tourists at Disneyland. Thankfully, the majority of Austin was packed with UT Longhorn gear, and it was common to see a burnt-orange truck on the road.

Now we were a little less than two weeks away from finishing our junior year and I couldn't wait for the time off. Normally we went to California to see Candice's family during the winter and summer breaks, but she was working at a cheer camp for elementary-school girls that summer, so we were getting an apartment that we planned to keep as we finished our senior year.

That is, if we ever got Candice to pass this damn final.

Before I could even ask my first question, Candice gasped loudly. "Oh my God, the pores on my nose are huge."

Grabbing the pillow under me, I launched it at her and failed miserably at hitting anything, including her. At least it got her attention. Her mouth snapped shut, she turned to look at the pillow lying a few feet from her, then she turned around with a huff to walk back to her desk.

Finally. "Okay, what is-"

"So are you ever going to go on a date with Blake?"

"Candice!"

"What?" She shot me an innocent look. "He's been asking you out for a year!"

"This-you need-forget it." I slammed the book shut and rolled off my bed, stretching quickly before going to drop the heavy book on my desk. "Forget it, we'll just see if we can get our deposit on the apartment back. I swear to God, it's like trying to study with a five-year-old."

"You never answered my question."

"What question?"

"Are you going to go on a date with Blake?"

I sighed and fell into the chair at my desk. "One, he's your cousin. Two, he works for UT now; that's just . . . kinda weird. Three, no."

"It's not like he's your professor! He isn't even a professor, period. And do you realize that if you marry him, we'll actually be family?"

"Marry? Candice- Wait . . . how do you even jump from me going on a date with him to marrying him? I'm not going to marry your cousin; sorry. And I don't care if he's a professor or not, it doesn't change the fact that he works for the school. Besides, he's not even my type."

"Not your type?" she said, deadpan, and one perfect blond eyebrow shot straight up. "I seem to remember you having the biggest crush on him when we were growing up. And I know he's family, but I can still say that he's gorgeous. I'm pretty sure he's everyone's type."

I had to agree with her on that. Blake West was tall, blond, and blue eyed and had a body like a god's. One of these days he was going to show up on a Calvin Klein billboard. "I had a crush on him when we were thirteen. That was eight years ago."

"But you had a crush on him for years. Years. You were devastated when he moved away."