DAMNED

2) The Patient Wolf

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"Patience is virtue Kathy." Rebecca teased while turning the pasta for breakfast.

"When I cook, I finish three times faster than you."

"That's because you 'cook' cereal." she retorted.

"Well then, you don't have to be so rude about it. I happen to like cereal. Say, Becca," I began, feeling very bored, "If you were involved in any illegal activities, what kind of criminal would you be?"

"Is this a question I should be worried about Kat?"

"No, I'm just curious."

"I don't know. What would you be?"

"I'd be a Cereal killer."

"Oh God." she sighed placing the plates filled with pasta on the table and sat down, "Eat, you're nuts when you're hungry."

"Thanks." I smiled digging in.

Having a friend like Rebecca was nice, at least she never judged me too harshly.

"So what are you going to do when I'm gone?" she suddenly asked, reminding me that she was going to spend some time with her sisters in Canada for a while.

"I might visit Aunt Jean when I'm bored." I replied, still very cautious not to mention anything about my brother being alive to her. I knew if she found out about it then she would drop her trip to Canada and do everything possible to help me find Anthony. It's not that I didn't want the help, it's just that I couldn't ask so much from Rebecca again. Plus, her sisters would be mad no shit at me if they found out that I was the reason she didn't visit. I honestly didn't know why, but they never really liked me that much. Maybe it's because our families were business rivals and they saw it fit to dislike everyone in the opposing family? That was downright crap if you ask me. I mean, just look at Becca and I, we're like two peas in a pond- or is it pod? Anyway, long story short, I considered her to be like my own blood- a sister.

"What about the job interviews?" she asked, bringing me back to attention.

"Yes, I know." I stated softly. Honestly, I hated the fact that I was still living off my dad's money. He pampered me too much and that was the main reason I moved out of the house and settled down in Detroit- hoping to find a job after college. Yet, no matter how far I moved, he always had me financially covered. That really annoyed me because he never gave me the chance to prove to him that I am independent. To be honest, I don't think I am that independent and I'm not going to deny it.

"And that's it?" Rebecca laughed, "Aunt Jean and job interviews? Don't stress your little head too much Kathy. You just finished college, relax a little."

Relax? How can I relax when I just discovered that my dead brother is somehow alive? I had to find him.

With that thought, I was reminded of the man I met last night. I'd be expecting you tomorrow. His words drifted through my mind and shivered throughout every inch of my body in the most sensational manner possible. Tall, dark and handsome was an insult to how delicious he actually was.

What? No. Focus.

I embarrassedly pushed the thought out of my head. I'd never thought the dirty stuff, I'd never even been in a relationship, nor did I lust over any man. I mean, actors and fictional men were an exception since I can't physically get to them or them to me- unfortunately. I'm innocent and I'm proud of it. I guess.