Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
A brief scowl flashes across his face. “Maybe next time.”
“If we’re thinking of forming a support club for the Lost Kings, it would make sense to have Molly hang around with their women more often, you know.”
“Yeah, I don’t want them interrogating my baby sister.”
I roll my eyes. “No one’s gonna interrogate her.” Finally, his reluctance clicks in my brain. “You want to go party at their clubhouse after the family party—is that why you don’t want her with us?”
One corner of his mouth slides into a sly smile. “Fuck yeah, I do. Don’t you?”
“Not particularly.” I clear my throat. “I’m planning to come home tonight.”
“Go ahead. I’ll ride back with one of the guys tomorrow.”
“Did Vapor and Juliet decide if they’re coming?”
He picks up his cell phone and checks it. “No. Atlas is sick—they don’t want to bring him around the baby. Eraser and Ella are out too.”
“Fuck. Lost Kings are gonna start thinking we’re not committed to this support club pretty soon.”
“We’re not all obligated to go to everything.” He finishes cleaning off the table.
“You’re gonna make me ride home all by myself, ya dick?”
“I’m not making you do anything. You should come to the clubhouse with me.”
Why am I trying to talk him into coming home tonight? Let him go whore it up at the Lost Kings MC clubhouse.
I can stop by here and check on Molly. We can spend time together without Remy interfering. It’s perfect.
She hates being alone in the house more than anything. Remy knows that. So it won’t be weird if I stop by to check on her.
Maybe sleep on the couch.
No, that’s a bad idea.
But now I can’t get it out of my head.
Molly
I hate when Remy discusses me as if my opinion doesn’t matter. Sure, I would’ve liked to go to the party, but now that he’s decided I’ll be in the way, I’ll never tell him.
“Don’t worry about me.” I join them in the dining room.
Griff glances at me, then stops and does a slower inspection. I run my hands over the front of my short purple summer dress. It’s still a bit cold for it, and I’m not even sure I’ll end up wearing it tonight, but I enjoy the way Griff can’t seem to stop staring. Holding his gaze, I curl my hands in the sides of my dress and lift it a few inches, swishing the fabric around my legs. I once overheard the guys teasing Griff about being a “leg man,” and by the way his gaze follows the hem of my dress as it slides higher and higher, it must be true.
“Yeah, why’s that?” Remy shouts from the kitchen. The smirk in his question is clear enough without seeing his face. But he pops into the dining room a few seconds later. Yup, smirking. Jerk.
“I don’t want to go to your dumb party anyway.” I try to keep my voice even, but my mouth twists into a pout. “Hayden’s having a party. I’ll be at her place.”
Remy puts his hands on his hips, a sure signal he’s about to say something irritating. “Is it a sleepover?” He dips his chin. “Is that why you’re wearing your nightgown?”
“It’s not a nightgown. It’s a dress!”
Remy scoffs. “You’re going to freeze your ass off.”
“I’m just trying it on.” I roll my eyes. “No need to read me the weather forecast.”
“Who else is going to be at this party?” Griff asks.
“Yeah,” Remy echoes.
I glare at Griff. Why is he siding with my brother? “I don’t know. The usual crew. Jenn, Kyla, and Darcy. Wade said he’s stopping by too.”
“Little moneybags mingles with common folk?” Remy asks in a sarcastic tone. He glances at Griff. “I hate that kid.”
“You’ve met him once,” I protest.
“Once was enough,” Remy grumbles. “And I know his dickhead older brother. The twatwaffle doesn’t fall far from the toaster.”
I side-eye my brother. “That makes no sense.”
Griff’s gaze shifts between Remy and me. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Oh no, is he going to rat me out for getting a ride from Wade last night?
But finally, Griff just shrugs. “Leave her alone.” He lifts his chin at me. “You need a ride to Hayden’s? I can drop you off on my way home.” He pinches his T-shirt and pulls it away from his chest, reminding me of how warm and solid he’d felt when I was pressed up against him last night. “I gotta run by my place and change.”
As much as I want to be alone with him, it’s too early to go to Hayden’s. “It’s okay. The party’s not until later. Hayden’s picking me up.”
“Seriously, it’s supposed to be cold tonight,” Remy says in his big-brother-dad tone. “At least wear a sweater with that. Maybe some pants.”
I sigh and glance down, staring at my bare feet and the chipped red polish on my toes. Will I have time to fix them before Hayden gets here? “I’m going to save it for something more than sitting around, testing out hair styles for prom.”