The X-Factor

By Rachel Anne Jones

“It’s been a long four years. Amy is finally a college graduate. She’s excited about a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity. The only setback is it's far from home. She doesn’t know how she feels about leaving her family behind.

Her indecision grows when her step-brother Austin, aka her ex, shows up unexpectedly with a new fiancée. Jealousy hits Amy like a ton of bricks. She quickly calls for reinforcements in the form of her long-term boyfriend, Lee, while she tries to sort out her feelings. Amy tries to avoid Austin in close quarters, but he makes it difficult by cornering her at every opportunity.

When Amy discovers her mom is missing and Lee takes off, Austin is quick to step in to fill his place. Amy and Austin set off in search of her mother, and Amy can’t help but notice it feels like old times. This isn’t their first adventure together. It isn’t long and Austin takes over in every way, just like he did when they were together. Amy guards her heart while Austin attempts to break down her walls. What she doesn’t know is why.

Her every instinct tells her to run the other way, but she has to rescue her mother. It’s a long road to travel. Amy and Austin sift through the emotions of their past in order to find closure, causing buried feelings to re-surface, making it difficult to differentiate between the past and the present. Amy knows there’s no future with Austin, but she can’t help wishing there could be. If Austin isn’t a choice for her, why do all his actions suggest otherwise?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melange Books, LLC
• Release date: Jan 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9798886532425

Rachel Anne Jones

I’m a thankful wife of a wonderful and loving husband, and a blessed mom of three amazing children. I'm also a grateful nurse who has the privilege to work with some pretty great people every day.I live in the Flint Hills of Kansas. I enjoy reading and writing in my spare time. I love meandering through bookstores and libraries. I love traveling, especially to the ocean. I love meeting new people and experiencing new places. I love baking in a quiet kitchen.I enjoy watching romantic comedies and I’m a huge fan of “The Office.”I believe a good book is a great opportunity to welcome a new perspective.

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ONE

Your boyfriend is such a sardine. His familiar deep, gravelly voice hits my ears before starting its usual path, betraying my body as it steals my breath and sets off Austin-induced tachycardia. My ex, who just happens to be my stepbrother, is home for a visit. Why is he here? It’s been almost four years and we’ve managed to avoid seeing each other in person all that time, an accomplishment which was no small feat. It required me mostly living at home and getting as many online college credits as I could.

Thanks to a hot mess of a freshmen year including our serious break-up that lead to avoiding Austin, I took studying to a whole new level which meant staying secluded in the loft apartment over the garage with noise-canceling headphones and burying my head in a book whenever Austin was around, which was seldom. My other brother, Simon, was my PIC. Luckily for me, he likes games more than he likes people. We developed a whole new CODE language just so I could avoid contact with my ex, aka HC, because as usual, Simon and I couldn’t agree on a nickname for Austin. Simon says it stands for Half Chimp, because of Austin’s constant need to dominate. HC to me means Hot Chocolate for Austin’s beautiful brown eyes and overall hotness. There are no laws that say a girl can’t like looking at her ex, even if he’s an idiotic, male chauvinistic pig.

His dad and my mom are on vacation, but Mom could have given me some sort of heads up. She knows I avoid him like the plague. If there’s such a thing as break-up PTSD, Austin is my trigger.

I whip around to face HC. Three-and-a-half years fall away. I want a sip. Shut up, thirsty girl. I prepare a mental shutdown. I can be all chill and cool and pretend it’s perfectly normal I haven’t seen him in person for forty-two months; a fact that’s all on me except it isn’t because he was talking to my hot Russian adopted sister behind my back. Ugh. I’m getting all fired up again over our stupid break-up that happened not enough semesters ago, apparently. I take a deep breath. I’m a mature woman now. I’ve graduated college. I have some sense. The past is in the past.

My problem of not being able to deal with Austin in my breathing space, which, happens to be a five-mile radius from his inescapable presence that throws off more heat than an incinerator is non-existent because I have decided it is. My rational decision ranks right up there with Zeno’s Paradox about space and the existence of an infinite number of halves which supposedly keep us from ever getting too close to another human being, a scientific fact I know thanks to the brilliant dialogue of Meg Ryan and Tim Robbins in I.Q., a movie I never tire of watching. A sardine? I ask, but I’m only half-listening to his answer. I’m just relieved I remembered how to respond like a halfway normal person.

His signature smoking-hot smirk burns my insides like only he can, forcing me to acknowledge the powerful feelings he invoked in me when we’re together weren’t all attributed to crazy teenage hormones. It’s a safe bet by the confidence in his brown eyes I know so well I could pick them out of a police line-up of paper-bag heads, he knows exactly how much he devastates my senses. Everything would be a lot easier if I could just hate him. He’s basic, slimy, and a little too salty, he continues with his insult that is far more creative than I’d like to give him credit for.

I see you’re just as petty as you’ve ever been, I reply as I try to ignore the doubts Austin just put in my head about my boyfriend, Lee, which is so stupid. They’ve never met, so there’s no way any part of Austin’s opinion is informed. Austin’s always had a big mouth. He only means about half the crap that comes out of it. The front door opens again. A tiny, dark-headed woman steps through it. I’m too confused by what looks like an apology on Austin’s face to really see her. When has Austin apologized for anything? What’s that about?

A tiny hand slips itself through his arm. Between the reptilian glint in her perfectly half-lidded eye fixed on me and her glazed coffin nails, it’s not hard for me to imagine her hand transforming into a claw. My eyes fly to her other hand that’s not attached to his arm like a vice grip. The rock on her fourth finger is impossible to ignore. It may as well be permanently embedded in my eyeballs. A sense of loss I do not understand lodges itself in my chest as Austin pats her delicate hand resting on his arm. Amy, this is my LiLi. I fight the urge to giggle at the absurdity of her strange excuse for a name despite her nationality and exotic beauty, which I cannot begin to compete with or place.

I can’t believe no one told me he was engaged. What is going on? Her dark eyes roam over me, leaving me feeling stripped to my underwear. For half a second, I forget that I’m a well-trained criminology major who specializes in analyzing and profiling female criminal masterminds. I look her full in the face. Alarm bells jangle every instinct, but this is Austin’s fiancée, a title I longed for far too long. It’s just jealousy that has me wanting to rip the ring off her finger before tossing her behind bars where she potentially belongs.

So many emotions hit me all at once. I try not to stare at her, but it’s hard. Half of me wants to set her hair on fire and the other half of me is imagining what it would be like to be her, wearing Austin’s engagement ring. Picking out a white wedding dress. Sending out wedding announcements. Arguing with him about where we’re going to raise our children. They would be so adorable. Someone slap me in the face. I blink a few times and try to focus on LiLi. Is she as sinister as the vibe she emanates, or am I just crazy-blind jealous?

I hate that I question my instincts, the one thing I’m supposed to rely on in my line of work. I move on to analytical logic. Austin’s no dummy. If she were the criminal sort, he would know, wouldn’t he?

I stick out my left hand, the one that doesn’t have a ring bearing any sort of promise from Lee, my boyfriend of two-and-a-half years. It’s not like I’ve given him any hints. I’m not even sure I’m ready to settle down, but that’s not the point. It would be nice to be asked so I could have the opportunity to wear something big, sharp, and pointy to dig into LiLi’s hand like she’s doing to mine right now. I resist the urge to grab a hold of the offending rock as I force a smile that is as fake as the one she gives me. I’m Amy, Austin’s annoying step-sister, I joke.

It’s nice to meet you, Amy. What a surprise, after four years, she says, making her little dig.

So it’s like that then. Likewise, LoLo, I say before turning away from the two of them, but not before I catch a look of surprise on Austin’s face.

I can’t believe the degree of satisfaction it gives me to give him crap like he usually gives others. Slighting someone by calling them by the wrong name is usually his move. I’ve always thought that petty behavior was so transparent, but I’m feeling desperate and blind-sided.

Well, as you know, I’m pretty busy these days so I’d better get back to it. Excuse me, I say as I walk out of the room and into Mom’s office.

I could care less where I am so long as I’m not out there staring at Austin while pretending not to just to avoid looking into the endless depths of nothing which is what I saw in LiLi’s almond-shaped eyes with their perfect wing-tips that make her look like she walked right out of a make-over at some high-end salon. My suspicions aren’t just because she’s his fiancée or my hyperactive imagination that sometimes gets the best of me, or at least it did. I’ve mostly outgrown that bad habit. I have a four-year degree and an internship that confirms I am capable of logical thought.

I text my boyfriend Lee for reassurance.

Amy:

I’m not crazy right?

Lee:

Excuse me?

I smile. Lee is so wonderful. No matter what time of day I text, he almost always responds within five to ten minutes. Austin hasn’t texted me for like four years. Ugh. I’ve got to get him out of my head. I wonder how long he’s staying. I pause in the middle of my train of thought. It’s not a holiday. Why is he here, and why did he bring her?

Amy:

Austin is home. I don’t know why.

Lee:

Who is Austin?

O-kay. So one thing I don’t like about Lee. He is not the greatest listener. I don’t go on about Austin to him because that would be insensitive, but still. I can’t believe he doesn’t know the name of the only step-brother I have who sort of broke my heart. In all fairness to Lee, my heartbreak is a fact I may have kept to myself. I hope.

Amy:

My stepbrother.

Lee:

The one you dated.

Emoji eye roll, which I then delete while muttering to myself. I only have one stepbrother. The rest of them are adopted. Geez.

Amy:

Yes. He and I dated.

He was almost my first everything, but there is no need to say that to Lee. If Lee spilled every romantic detail to me about girls he dated before me, I don’t think I could still date him. I suppose I have a slight problem with jealousy, but that’s what makes me human, which is why it’s perfectly normal I wish LiLi would fall off a cliff. Kind of.

Lee:

Why is he there?

Amy:

He’s engaged.

Lee:

Okay. So he came home to announce it. That makes sense.

Ask me if I’m okay because I am sooo not, I think, but don’t say. I’m not going to ask Lee to ask me anything, but I will be mad if he doesn’t. My therapist, Shane, told me communication is not my strong suit. I suppose he’s right, but I also think Lee should know me by now. We’ve been together for twenty-eight months. That’s a long time for him not to even mention marriage, commitment, or moving in together. I don’t necessarily want any of those things with Lee, but after two years, certain conversations should be had out of common courtesy.

I start to text something, though I’m not sure what, when someone knocks on the door in a familiar rhythm. I hate the smile that sneaks out of me as I stand up and open the door. Austin waltzes past me, filling my nostrils with an unfamiliar scent. This makes me sad. I feel like a stalker when I stand here stricken by the fact that some time in the last four years I’m pretty sure he changed his cologne. I don’t know when that was. Mom’s gone, he says by way of a reason to invade my privacy.

Yeah. She’s on vacation, I reply.

No. She’s gone, gone, like as in someone kidnapped her, he states all matter-of-fact. I can’t breathe. I try to sit down to put my head between my knees, but my knees don’t cooperate.

I wake up to the sight of Austin’s five-o’clock shadow, something I never thought he’d have. Now that I’ve seen it up-close-and-personal I wish I hadn’t. A hint of flower petals on his skin peek out of his button-down Henley shirt collar in all different shades of brilliant pinks and oranges, making me want to see more. Austin’s always been a vibrant memory to me, and that was before he became a grown man. I don’t know how I forgot how much of everything he is that makes him impossible to ignore. My head rests on his collarbone, allowing me to smell his wonderful smell, which assures me he did change his cologne and it wasn’t just my imagination earlier. I sit up and try to ignore his one hand that rests on my leg and the other arm wrapped around my waist.

If you wanted a hug from me, Amy, you could have just asked. You didn’t need to faint. His tone is teasing, but the look in his eye tells me he’s more than a little worried about me.

Who took Mom? I ask in a tone sharper and louder than I intend.

The door swings open. LiLi sticks her head in. Is everything okay? she asks while looking at me like she’s in the middle of tearing me limb-from-limb. So help me, I fall a little in love with her long dark hair, miniscule nose, full lips, and exotic eyes that hold just enough mystery to make me interested. I can’t imagine the effect she has on Austin. He clears his throat and tries to shove me off his lap.

Just give us a minute, please, he begs. I told her Mom’s news. She fainted.

LiLi’s eyes zero in on me. Did she now?

I’m so pathetic. I can’t believe she thinks I fainted on purpose so I could end up on Austin’s lap. No, it’s all an act, I say, as I feign staring adoringly at the side of Austin’s face. I missed the person I’ve avoided for the past four years so much that I forced myself to black out so he would rescue me, I snipe. Man, I’m ugly.

Austin pinches my side between his two fingers. He twists just enough to make it burn. I will not react. "LiLi, honey, just give her a minute to get her bearings. I don’t want Miss Clutz, here, to fall and hurt herself. I can’t have a limping best woman in our wedding."

Sucker punch. My stomach just dropped out. Why in the hell would Austin ask me to be his best woman, and how am I going to get out of it without looking like a lovesick fool who obviously isn’t over him?

LiLi raises an eyebrow in question but smiles impatiently at the two of us as if we are children. Of course, dar-ling. If you need me I’ll be right outside, she says as she closes the door as soundlessly as she opened it.

Where is she from? I ask.

I met her at college, Austin answers. She climbed in my dorm room window.

That is not the answer I was expecting, but it sounds just like Austin. He’s so hot he doesn’t have to leave his domain to meet the love of his life, who is not me. I can’t believe how much that hurts. He’s staring. What were we talking about? LiLi. No. I mean, which country is she from?

She’s Cambodian, but she was born here. She’s a first-generation college graduate in her family. There’s no mistaking the pride in his voice when he talks about her. It tears at me. It’s my own fault he didn’t come to my graduation or send me so much as a card, but it hurts just the same. I don’t want to hear about how proud he is of LuLu. It’s not my fault she’s a first-generation college student, which would be totally cool if she weren’t dating the