As someone who loves deleted scenes on DVDs, I’m pleased to offer you a collection of deleted scenes from my novels. Here you will find unedited, unpublished scenes that were deleted for a reason. (Largely because I needed to do better.)
Note: deleted scenes can and will contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.
She wanted to thank him from pulling her from her friendless existence at Colgan, but she was still mad at him for not letting her stay. She wanted to ask him again why hers was the family he’d chosen. And she wanted to forget that when you lie for a living you never know when you’ve conned someone into loving you.
“Kat,” Hale said again, softer now. But just that quickly Kat pushed away. She stepped outside, felt Nick fall into step beside her, heard his feet crunching on the small white rocks that formed the driveway. He smiled at her as if he had no clue what Hale had said or if he’d been oblivious to the tension in the air, and maybe that’s what made Kat stop and turn back at the boy who had followed them outside and stood squinting against the gray.
“So,” Kat asked Gabrielle an hour later as they were getting ready for, “are you really going to tell Uncle Eddie?”
But Gabrielle just looked at her. “You really think he doesn’t already know?”
Kat smiled with the truth of it. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine the scene in the brownstone’s hot kitchen.
“It’s a good plan, Kitty Kat.”
Kat wondered how far her mind had drifted that her cousin’s words could catch her so off guard.
Kat stared in the mirror, hardly recognizing the two girls who stared back, and whispered, “It had better be.”
“Besides,” her cousin said, “you’ve got legs.”
“Thanks,” Kat said flatly.
“Why? Are you afraid your men might notice?” Gabrielle asked.
“What men?” she asked and Gabrielle shrugged.
“For a girl who has grown up in a man’s world, you really don’t know anything about boys. Do you?” Kat’s response was nothing but a blank stare. “You know…” Gabrielle teased. “Your boyfriend, Hale, and the new boy?”
“Hale’s not my boyfriend,” Kat shot back. Maybe it was the speed with which she’d said it or the look in her eyes. Or maybe Gabrielle had just been in the honeypot business for far too much of her life, but something made her study her cousin’s face with more intensity.
“I know,” Gabrielle said. “That might just be the point.”
The first thought that entered Kat’s mind was no. Followed by of course not. And that’s ridiculous. And a few choice Japanese swear words she’d learned during a three month stint in Tokyo.
Hale did not…like Kat.
He was more like a brother, she told herself, but then she realized how incredibly wrong that was. He wasn’t a part of her family—she’d told him that herself.
Was he her friend?
Of course he was. Wasn’t he?
But then she knew the truth of it. Hale wasn’t her friend. Not the way Simon or the Bagshaw brothers were. There was something different with Hale—always had been. But what Kat couldn’t be sure until she realized that there were two types of people in her world—those who had been born into it and those who had scraped and clawed and stolen their way inside. The people who had chosen this life.
People like her dad.
People like Hale.
And now, people like Nick.