Page 34 of The Right Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 12

Evelyn

Wishing for things is futile. You can wish for anything; wish for more years, wish for health, wish for things to go your way. Wishing does nothing. If you want something, you have to go out and get it. There's no way around it. Wishes don't come true and they aren’t just handed over to you on a silver platter. It just doesn't work that way.

How do you know if you should pursue a dream? How do you know whether you should make a wish come true?

Where is the line drawn?

Those were the questions running through my mind as Nate drove back to the house. We still hadn't spoken much about anything that happened, nor about the conversation he had with Carter. It was clear that after finding out what was happening between us, Carter was beyond angry. To my surprise, Nana had remained neutral, letting me know that if I needed to talk about it, she'd be there for me. She truly only wanted what was best for me. For all of us.

When we arrived at the house, my sister was nowhere to be found. The chaos from the night before was still all over the place. Some of the furniture was out of place, as was a lamp. It would have been interesting to see Nathan beating Josh's ass. He deserved it, that was for sure.

I wonder if anyone recorded it.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Nathan clapped his hands in front of my face. My eyes widened and then I glared at him, not appreciating the way he got my attention.

“Stop daydreaming,” he said. “We're going out for a bit, so go change if you want to.”

“Who said I was going out?” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest. Nathan rolled his eyes with a chuckle as he ran up the stairs.

“Fifteen minutes, Evie!” he yelled.

With a frown, I rushed over to my bedroom, rummaging through my closet, unsure of what to wear. Hoping the weather would be as lovely as it had been for the past few days, I chose a flowered dress and a light sweater to wear over it. I let my crazy curls down, with the hope that it wouldn't get frizzy during the day, and put on some sandals.

The idiotic idea that this was some type of date ran through my mind several times, and though stupid, I put on just a bit of mascara on and nude lipstick. There wasn't any harm in putting myself together, right? I mean, it wasn't for him…definitely not for him.

I stared at myself in the mirror for far too long, nervous and anxious about what he would think. This was so beyond stupid…and pointless. I couldn't possibly forget pointless.

As I was putting my hair up in a bun, the door to my room opened without warning. I gasped in surprise, throwing a pillow at Nathan. He chuckled, an amused look shining through those metallic grey eyes that revealed only happiness.

“What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“I could have been busy…changing, or naked, or something!” I yelled with a raised eyebrow. The shriek at the end of my voice made Nathan burst into a fit of laughter when I found no amusement.

“I wouldn't have minded,” Nathan shrugged, earning another pillow to his face. “Really, I wouldn't have!”

“You're not funny,” I muttered, smoothing out my dress.

“Maybe because I'm not joking,” he winked. He actually had the nerve to wink.

I pursed my lips and looked down. He was serious without knowing that I was seriously lacking experience in that department. “Well,” I sighed, walking past him in an attempt to change the subject. “Where are we going?”

A genuine smile formed on his face and he spun me around by my waist, placing a hand on my lower back, millions and millions of goosebumps erupting on my skin.

“Today our mission begins,” he declared, his gaze piercing through my very heart.

“What is that?” I asked, keeping my voice as steady as I possibly could.

“Navigating through this crazy world together.”

“You're leaving a person out.” My subtle reminder of his marriage did nothing, however, not as he led me to his car and not during our drive to the outskirts of the city. I thought he would drive far from the city so we wouldn't be seen together, but was surprised when he pulled up to a small bar just about half an hour from where we lived.

It was in a part of town where my sister would never approve of us hanging out. It was one of those places where only those of “questionable” reputation would be found. Nathan walked around, opened the door for me, and extended his hand. I couldn't help but smile at his action, a thrill running through my veins as we walked up to the bar together.

Nathan grinned back at me when we stepped foot inside the bar. The place was surprisingly clean, several chairs and tables stacked to the side of the building. There was a group of bikers gathered at the far end, chatting and drinking, acknowledging Nathan with a small nod. The surprise didn't end there, however. The music playing was uplifting, making my body sway to it.

A man without a single hair on his head walked up to us, placing a towel over his shoulder.

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