Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
It's BBQ day, of course mom has dad and I running our asses off fetching her last minute shit, I think we must've bought every available bag of ice in Forks.
"Colton, aren't you going to go get ready for the BBQ?"
"Mom, seriously I just got through running like fifty last minute errands can I please just catch my breath before I have to go back out there in this heat?"
"Sorry for your suffering son, but we don't have time for your little drama today, chop chop, everyone will be here soon, you don't want to be all sweaty and cranky when your friends get here do you?"
"Geez mom they're not twelve."
"Don't argue with your mother, go get dressed, you'll feel better after you do."
What was the point of arguing, I turned and headed for the door.
On my way back to my place I realized that I hadn't thought of Kat in a few hours, maybe because I was feeling guilty for not inviting her, after all, everyone else from the shop will be here there was no reason not to have invited her.
I wonder what she was doing today since the whole town would be in my parents' backyard and the guilt intensified.
Oh well, it was too late now anyway.
I took a shower and threw on some jeans and one of my tees, arms bared and tatts well displayed, one swipe of my hand through my hair was enough since the shit never stayed the way I brushed it anyway, let it do its thing.
The party wasn't in full swing when I returned but it was well on its way, the smell of grilling meat permeated the air as voices rang out with laughter and conversation.
I loved this shit, my friends and family together having a good time,now all I needed was a cold beer and a cool place to sit before mom started running my ass again.
I found Jared and some if the guys in a huddle, talking shop.
"Don't you freaks know how to relax and unwind, it's a party, leave work alone."
"Bro, that design you did for the Grimaldi racing bike is killer, that shit is gonna blow everything else out the water."
"Get a girl bro, I thought you had a date for this thing?"
"The girls dragged her off somewhere like ten minutes ago."
"Probably doing the initiation ceremony and teaching her how to fry Jared's ass."
"Shut up Pete." Jared elbowed him, as most of the crew except Jake started to scatter to look for their women.
I hopped up on one of the picnic tables mom had set up and looked around at all the beautiful people, my eye caught something... new!
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Who?" Jared looked around like he couldn't see the hot as fuck woman across from us.
Her back was turned but if her front looked anything like her back, damn.
Her ass was mouth watering, tight and high and round and fuck, I had a hard on, and don't get me started on the hair, it was wild and thick and fucking gorgeous falling to the top of her ass.
"Shit who is she?"
With my luck she'd be here with some unworthy prick.
"Who man?"
"Carol's friend."
Jared turned in my little sister's direction.
"Who Kat?"
She turned at that moment and my fucking world shifted.
Fucking Char and her fucking tea leaves.
* * *
Well, I couldn't find a good enough excuse to get out of going to the BBQ, so by Sunday evening, yes the last minute, I found myself in Port Angeles shopping, something I use to love but haven't had any interest in for a while.
Everything seemed foreign as I perused the shops, like I'd forgotten how it was done, the last sales girl wasn't much older than I in this one place and she was super helpful.
She was all about body structure and what looked best on which frame, I just needed a pair of jeans and some chucks, that's all.
Instead I left the place with some dressy cargo pants in dark blue, a white sleeveless silk tee and three inch spike heeled wrap around sandals, when I tried to argue that the shoes weren't suitable for a BBQ, Susan the helpful shopper told me the outfit wouldn't work with anything else.
So that's how I ended up at a BBQ packed with strangers, dressed like an idiot. Or at least that's how I felt before everyone started complimenting me on how great I looked, starting with my dad whose mouth had dropped open on first seeing me.
"Kat you in there?"
That was his brilliant exclamation when I came down the stairs, it had gone a long way to making me feel good.
He'd gushed and made me do the turning thing until I'd begged him to stop, of course I still wasn't brave enough to drive to a strange place alone so he offered to take me and pick me up afterwards, cool.