Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I’m not doing a thing unless I know they intend to hurt Emma.”
He nodded. “I can respect that.” He watched me, still waiting for anger.
“You can’t control me,” I told him.
“I know that.”
“Good.” Then I moved. My fist was up and hitting him square in the jaw before he saw me coming. As his body dropped to the ground, I knew he was unconscious, and I turned to leave. I had been a weapon for the family before, and if Cole wanted to go that route, fine by me. But if I was going to be used as that weapon, he’d have to deal with the damage I inflicted.
I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that.
As I got into the car, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I found a text from Emma: Coming back. We can go home. I’ll get to know Andy when it’s safer. A second text buzzed through as I watched: I love you.
The car was spinning.
No, that was me. I groaned as I leaned forward. The car wouldn’t stop spinning. I could hear it laughing at me. It was taunting me, calling me a lightweight. Then I realized that wasn’t the car. It was my sister. She sat next to me, patting my back and laughing to herself.
When I looked up at her, she convulsed in laughter again, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Sorry,” she sputtered. “So sorry.”
She wasn’t. She kept laughing. Her entire face was a bright red.
I scowled at her, or I would’ve if my fourth glass of wine wasn’t threatening to spill out. “Too much wine. Way too much.”
“I know.” She couldn’t stop giggling and shook her head. “I’m so sorry.”
“That was four glasses ago. Theresa stopped doing wine nights. I’m out of practice.”
“Oh, Emma.” Her hand rubbed circles on my back. “But we had fun. Who’s Theresa?”
The car hit a pothole, and my stomach lurched into my throat. Oh no. Not good. Chunks were going to blow. I struggled to keep the wine down as I tried to focus on what Andrea had just said. Who was Theresa? That was it. I answered in a mumble, “She’s the one who trained me in wine drinking. I could’ve matched you glass for glass tonight if we hadn’t stopped.”
“What happened?”
“We went to the gun range instead.” Another pothole. The car lurched to the side, and my stomach went right with it. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I felt it coming. I wasn’t going to be able to stop it. No, no, no. Carter spent too much money on these clothes. That was it. I was wearing my own clothes when I got back. Screw how they felt. They were cheap, and I could drink the best wine in them.
“Oh, yeah. Kevin told me about that.” Andrea began petting my hair. She sounded content. “Who would’ve thought this? I’m in the back of a car with my sister, and we’re both tipsy.”
I held up a hand. “I’m not tipsy. That can be fun. I’m sick. That’s not fun.”
“You know what I mean. I feel like we’re eighteen. We snuck out of the house and got drunk on wine coolers. Did you ever have those?” She sighed, leaning back in the seat. “I did. Some of the other girls and I would do that. We’d tell our parents we were sleeping over at each other’s houses, and then all of us went up to Beth Anne’s cabin. Of course, it wasn’t a cabin. It was a log mansion, but it was fun. Wine coolers, gossiping, and swimming. Then we’d wait for the guys to crash our party. Oh, man. I miss those days. It was so simple back then.”
My stomach stopped doing somersaults and settled. Her words were another reminder of how different we were. Andrea snuck out of her house to a log mansion. I snuck out of my foster home. She got tipsy off wine coolers. I got arrested. She got to go back to her adoptive parents. I went to a new foster home. Same face. Different lives.
I forced a smile. “I’m suddenly sober now.”
“That’s good.” She gave me another dreamy smile as she patted my arm. Her eyes had glazed over. I could almost see the fond memories. “I can’t wait for you to meet my parents. They’ve been supportive of me finding you—”
“Andrea,” I started.
“Nope. I told you. Andy. I’m Andy to you.”
I removed her hand from my arm and cringed. “Andrea, we promised to wait to share our past with each other.” I didn’t want to hear any more about her loving family, not when she seemed to want to take away the only family I’d had growing up: AJ.
“I know. I’m sorry. I just…” A wistful look came over her. “I found you. I still can’t believe it. And Carter.” She started fanning herself. “My god, that man. I couldn’t believe it when I first saw you. You were with him, and even though he didn’t look at you, I could tell he loved you—like, really loved you. You were going from a car to a hotel or something. And those guards were all around you. You were so beautiful, Emma.”