The Good Sister: Part One Read Online Free

my eyes to find myself cradled in Reid’s arms, perched on his parent’s bed, and filled with the knowledge I was indeed a complete and total loser. Oh yes, loser with a capital L. Who the hell forgets how to breathe and faints from a kiss? I was glad Reid couldn’t hear my thoughts.
    “Are you okay?” Reid asked again. I straightened up. Tugged away from him.
    “Yes,” I spluttered, finding my feet and getting to them. “I’m sorry,” I said as tears filled my eyes. They threatened to overflow in a torrent of conflicting emotions.
    “Listen, it’s okay, really,” Reid assured. “Don’t worry so much, and please don’t cry.”
    “Why? Why did you do that?”
    “Do you mean why did I kiss you?”
    “Yes.”
    “I wanted to.”
    I blinked, holding out my hand toward him. “Can I have my glasses back?”
    He reached over to the foot of the bed, grabbed my big-rimmed glasses, and handed them to me. I took the glasses into an unsteady hand before I placed them back onto my face then pushed them up my nose with my index finger. My always wild, unfettered curls swirled around my face and neck. I wanted to cry, but I lifted the set of my chin and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
    “I promised my mother I would help her. I have to get this bed stripped or she will be up here yelling at me.”
    Reid’s expression looked surprised. “You’re mad,” he said, getting to his feet.
    “No, just busy,” I huffed then crossed my arms and turned my back to him.
    “No … you are mad,” he confirmed. “You wanted to kiss me, Trinity.”
    I snorted at him, and I did it out loud.
    “How can you be so sure?” I asked, still holding my chin up, arms crossed, but flipping around on my heels to look at him, defiant.
    One dark brow rose upon Reid’s face in question.
    “Listen, I’ll help you. That way you don’t get yelled at by Mrs. Winslow for not doing your job.”
    I almost broke a smile at the offer. I knew Reid had probably never stripped a bed in his life, but I was more than mad. I was actually beyond embarrassed. I was probably hitting the realm of dire mortification. I was angry at myself, and to my surprise, angry at Reid. He was playing around with me. He wasn’t serious. I would never be the kind of girl that he would really be interested in. In his eyes, I was probably a curiosity, a shy virgin, a mental mute, a freak. After all, Reid was attracted to girls who were like my sister, bold, beautiful, confident, sexy, wild, sassy, a little mysterious, and a whole lot of game when it came to men. I was shy, awkward, had more fears than you could shake a stick at, and I was definitely not wild. In fact, I knew I wasn’t mysterious, had no experience with men or how to play the game, and knew I wasn’t sassy or beautiful.
    “So are you going to let me help you or just stand there pissed off at me?” Reid huffed.
    For once I did not prevaricate.
    “I believe I am going to stand here and be pissed off at you,” I snapped back.
    Wow, I wondered where that bit of moxie came from.
    Reid chuckled. “Okay,” he said as he turned to walk out.
    I stood quietly for a moment. Reid confused me, excited me, worried me, enticed me, made me smile, made me cry, made me hope, made me deny, made me feel. Oh how he made me feel, but most of all, no matter what he did, Reid never saw me, not really. I knew I was a ghost drifting through the peripherals of his life. Heck, I was a ghost drifting through my own life, if you could call my existence a life.
    Just a ghost, I thought.
     

Chapter Two
    Two years earlier.
     
    “Bentley. Trinity. You girls stop dawdling and help me with these boxes. They won’t move themselves,” my mother bellowed as she heaved a box out of the trunk of the Toyota.
    I was too busy looking at our new home, taking in all the lush greenery not to mention the house that looked like a mansion located to the south of us. I’d never seen such a beautiful home before. And even though the guesthouse