Behind A Twisted Smile (Dark Minds Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

know, before he and I met.”
    I stared at her face, which was full of concern for me. Her pretty eyes pleaded with me to accept and behave. I didn’t have the heart to tell her what a creepy little shit he was. I would never forgive him for stealing into my flat and going through my personal laptop files. Had he searched through my drawers and cupboards too? No, I couldn’t explain it all to Evie. Not then, not that day. Maybe when we two sisters were on our own, I could tell her the truth.
    A feeling of lassitude settled like a damp mist over me.
    “Of course she did. Sorry, I’m feeling tired after my run. Let’s finish our picnic. Anyway, here’s to you both,” I said, raising my glass in their direction. I took a sip, but as I replaced the glass back on the table, my hand shook so much I knocked it over.
    “Oh, how clumsy. Sorry. It’s a good job it’s white and not red,” I cried in embarrassment as Evie and Martyn leapt up from their seats.
    “No problem,” he said as he mopped up the spilt wine on the table with a serviette.
    “It’s okay, I’ve got another bottle. Except that it’s red,” Evie said delving into one of the cool bags.
    “Allow me.” Martyn took the bottle from her hands and reached for the bottle opener. “No harm’s been done, Moya. This red’s pretty good. We got it from the wine shop just round the corner, didn’t we, Evie? I like a cheeky little Merlot, and I know you do too, Moya.”
    “Do I? Er, no more for me thanks.”
    “Go on? A little red won’t hurt—it might mellow you,” Martyn said as he plunged the corkscrew in.
    “No, really. I’ve got to drive home and I’ve had enough.”
    “You’re not still worrying about whether it’s produced organically or not, are you?” He swung his gaze to Evie. “Honestly, Moya would spend all her time dithering about whether her diet was all wrong. I never knew what we were going to have to eat. Ace diet, GI, Five: Two. Your sister has a real compulsion for eating and drinking the right things, doesn’t she, honeybun?”
    “Well, Moya has always been fussy about what she eats.”
    “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” He pressed on. “Moya frets about selecting, buying, preparing, cooking, ornamenting, and eventually consuming her food. You know, I’d say she’s bulimic as well as suffering from OCD.”
    “Excuse me. She … I am sitting right here you know, and you’ve got it completely wrong.” I couldn’t help crying out with outrage. “I do not worry that much. I just like experimenting with things and that includes diet. If you must know, I maintain that all aspects of people's needs, including psychological, physical and social, should be taken into account and seen as a whole. I don’t consider it unusual to want a complete holistic order throughout my life.”
    “I hope you‘re not still worried about your weight…you don’t need to. You’re as slim as ever. Actually, you’re thinner now that I look closely at you. Your waist is trimmer and makes your bust more prominent. Wouldn’t you agree, Evie?”
    Struggling to keep my temper, I bit my bottom lip.
    “Yes, but then Moya has always had a lovely figure.” She answered in a tight little voice, and I flicked a glance her way, wondering if she guessed what Martyn was insinuating. He was with my breasts, and the memory made me want to squirm.
    I thought back to Martyn’s little statement about bulimia and OCD, both mental disorders. He said he was a nurse, but the thought crossed my mind that he might have been a registered mental nurse. Sod it, I knew next to nothing about the man. The stuff I remembered was a bit thin on the ground; he said he was a nurse between placements. I never met any of his friends other than the one at the diving school. I hadn’t seen his flat, and I didn’t know anything about his past life apart from him saying he was an orphan.
    I looked at my watch and wondered how soon I could get away. Evie must have