Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Reba nodded. “Yep. I don’t like being in one place too long. It’s a good way to keep out of the drama that goes on with each floor.”
“I know that’s right,” Rue agreed. “Sometimes when I’m working, I swear it feels like I’m in high school. Whispering about other people behind the other’s back. Groups of popular kids, the jocks, and then the loners. We don’t even sit at the same table when we have lunch together.”
I’d never experienced that in high school.
When I was sixteen, I was in the work program and at work once lunch time hit.
I’d joined the Air Force immediately out of high school, shocking not only my sisters, but my mother as well.
I’d needed out, though.
I was being smothered by estrogen.
“Exactly. I’m sorry to hear about that young girl. The sitter. How’s she doing?” Reba asked.
That sobered the two of them up quickly.
For me, though, that only just served to set fire to my blood even more.
I’d managed to mask it slightly while we were discussing what my part in this was, but now that I’d been reminded of it, yet again, it was right back to the forefront of my mind.
Which brought up another uncomfortable topic.
That Rue was now staying with me.
I’d only have to tell her.
Which sounded about as fun as baptizing a cat.
“Here you go,” Silas said as he came back with an unopened beer.
He handed it over to Reba, who blushed. “Thank you, but I didn’t need the whole can, just a cup.”
He took the beer out of her hand, opened it, and then took a few chugs before handing it back to her. “There you go.”
Reba rolled her eyes. “I’m making beer bread again. I may need someone to make sure it tastes all right.”
I sensed that we were no longer needed here. “Well, all right, I’ll see you later in the week, Silas. Good to meet you, Reba.”
“Night,” Silas said, “Be good,” he continued and then resumed ignoring us.
“Silas and Reba sitting in a tree, k-i-s-,” Rue sang before I stopped her with my palm over her mouth.
Her eyes were dancing with mirth as I let her mouth go and kept walking to the bike that was parked at the end of the drive.
“The man has super hearing. I guarantee he heard you,” I said once we were to the bike.
She shook her head vehemently. “No, he didn’t.”
“Yes I did,” Silas called from the porch, causing me to burst out laughing, and Rue’s face to turn a cherry red.
“You wanna go for a little ride, and then head to my place?” I asked hopefully.
She turned her head to the side before straightening up and throwing one long leg over the side as she straddled the bike. “Yep.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I mounted the bike in front of her and started the bike. “Let’s ride.”
“Take us on a back road,” Rue ordered before the wind drowned the sound of her voice out.
We drove to Rue’s apartment first, only staying long enough for her to pack a bag for a couple of nights.
Then we set off on the back roads of Louisiana.
I’d found through numerous rides through the Eastern half of Louisiana that I could get lost in the landscape very easily.
Louisiana was infamous for its bayous.
They were everywhere you went.
On each and every road you passed, there’d be no less than two bridges that you had to cross to go over bayou after bayou.
That’s why I wanted to live on the bayou.
It was peaceful.
I was always the one who took the road less traveled, and it was nice to find someone that wanted to do the same with me.
It was near midnight when I finally turned into my driveway.
Rue had been laying with her head on my back for the past forty five minutes, but she wasn’t complaining.
In fact, she was on the opposite end of the spectrum, very nearly at contentment.
I pulled under the house and turned off the bike, sitting like that with Rue for a long minute before I patted her hand. “Let’s go inside. I’m beat.”
Just as those words left my mouth, a set of headlights that’d caught my attention as it turned onto the road, turned into my driveway.
“Fuck,” I sighed.
I’d known that this confrontation was going to happen, but I’d thought that they’d at least give me a couple of days.
Of course, my sisters were lost when their only brother was mad at them, and I should’ve known better.
“I’d really hoped that they’d leave it until tomorrow,” I sighed and raised up off the bike.
Rue laughed as she, too, rose from her perch and stretched her arms up. “Honestly? I didn’t. I thought they’d be here waiting for you to get home. Do you remember when Molly borrowed your truck without your permission, and then wrecked it? You stayed mad at her for all of an hour before you were comforting her and telling her it’d be all right.”
I smiled sheepishly.
I remembered that instance well.
Mainly because I’d just bought a brand new truck and I’d left it at my sister’s place while I was on a ride with the club.
I’d only left the keys there in case my sister’s needed to move it, not so Molly could take it out because she ran low on gas.
I’d come home to a huge dent down the entire right side where Molly had hit a telephone pole.
Then she’d left it there hoping I wouldn’t fucking notice the massive dent because I ‘never went on that side.’
Needless to say, I’d never left my vehicles or belongings under her care again.
Meredith’s champagne colored Trail Blazer pulled up to the back of my bike and shut off.
Meredith was the first to exit, followed by Molly and Mikayla.
We all stood there in silence.
Me, because I wasn’t sure I was ready to forgive them yet, and them because they didn’t want to admit they were wrong in front of Rue.
“So…” Rue said. “Do y’all want me to go upstairs while y’all talk?”