Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

face. "You couldn't think?"

    "No. I was lucky to know my own name," Libby admitted, laughing softly.

    As Libby hugged Tyson hard around his waist, she felt waves of animosity surrounding her. Glancing up, Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    she encountered Sam scowling down at them from the landing. He reached out and touched the clock sitting on the small telephone table beside the stairs, but he was looking at her, and it wasn't a pleasant perusal. In that unguarded moment, she knew Sam felt the same way about Tyson and Libby dating as Sarah did—he was totally against it.

    Sam's eyes met hers, his animosity plain. She couldn't really blame him if Tyson really hadn't been eating or sleeping or even working because of her, but it was uncomfortable to know someone didn't like her.
    She'd never known that to happen before. Instantly she tried to pull free from Ty, but he tightened his hold as he looked up at his cousin with a small grin.

    "Hey, Sam, I was just about to leave with Libby on the bike. Are you going out tonight?"

    "Ty, I'd like to talk to you for a minute," Sam said, his voice grim.

    "Sure. This will only take a second, Libby," Tyson assured her as he went up to the top of the stairs.

    Libby watched the two men go into the hallway. Neither closed the door. Their voices carried clearly back down to her.

    "You aren't going to take her out on your motorcycle, are you?" Sam demanded. "Are you crazy? If something goes wrong she's liable to sue you."

    "What's wrong, Sam?" Tyson asked.

    "Good old Harry is a first-class bastard, Ty, but he asked a good question. What is she doing with you?
    You're worth a lot of money. You don't think she knows that?"

    Libby's breath caught in her throat. No one had ever accused her of being a gold digger before. She was going to tell Sam to shove it. She took a step toward the stairs.

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    than my money? What? Am I really that screwed up?"

    "I'm not saying that, but come on, Ty. Libby Drake? She agrees to go riding on a motorcycle because you kiss her and she can't think? That's a load of crap and you're smart enough to know it. The perfect woman is not about to go out with anyone who isn't perfection unless she has an ulterior motive."

    "You're so certain it can't be because she respects who I am? That just maybe she finds me interesting and unique? Isn't that possible?"

    The hurt in Tyson's voice stopped Libby. His parents had rejected him and now Sam, his only family, had said the one thing guaranteed to break Ty's heart. Her temper flared and she practically flung herself up the stairs, uncaring that they would be embarrassed to be overheard. She deliberately wrapped her arm around Tyson's waist as she glared at Sam.

    "I couldn't help overhearing, Sam. I assure you, I make more than a decent living for myself. I don't need Tyson's money."

    "Right," Sam said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "And right now you're more than willing to sign a prenuptial agreement."

    "For a motorcycle ride?"

    "Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam snapped.

    "Enough, Sam," Tyson said. He took Libby's arm. "We're heading out and I'm not certain what time I'll be home."

Chapter Eleven
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    TYSON didn't say anything as she climbed on the motorcycle behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. His gloved hand rubbed briefly over hers and then he looked straight ahead.

    Libby pressed her face against Tyson's back as the motorcycle roared to life. Her heart thundered in her ears and she closed her eyes. It was silly to be afraid, especially when he had promised to go very slow, but she was already regretting her decision. That little niggling doubt was beginning to edge into her mind, growing stronger and more fearful as the road sped past the cycle's wheels.

    But worse than her nervousness about riding the motorcycle was the way her mind kept coming back again and again to Sam's hurtful accusations and the realization that he didn't like her and didn't want her to have anything to do with Ty.

    She tried to shrug it off as Joley would have done, with a casual toss of her head. He doesn't like me?
    Well, screw him ! But Libby wasn't Joley and she couldn't just forget it. Sam's