Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“What time is it?” I ask them.
Erika presses the button on her phone before turning to me. “Five thirty.”
“Oh my gosh, I just said I wanted to take a nap,” I huff, knowing there isn’t going to be enough time to nap.
“No rest for the wicked,” Franny teases me as she looks over at Wilson, who is sitting on the sand with their daughter. “I need a snack.” She gets up and puts her hand on her belly, which is starting to show. She announced at the beginning of the playoffs she couldn’t drink because she was expecting.
“A food snack,” Gabriella asks, “or his dick as a snack?”
“You are so crass,” Franny chastises her, then turns. “Mom, can you watch the baby for me? I need Wilson to help me with something.”
We burst out laughing as I get up and turn to Gabriella. “I’m going back to relax before dinner.”
“Well, playing in the sand can make one tired,” she taunts, and I just glare at her and then look at Erika, who rolls her lips.
“I know nothing. I see nothing.” She puts up her hand.
“I remember a while back, a certain couple hooking up on our family vacation one year.” I point at her, and she laughs as she gets up.
“Best vacation of my life,” she swears to me and then turns to call my cousin. “Cooper,” he calls him, and he springs out of his chair, coming over to her. “Will you come in the water with me?”
“Anything for you,” he says, grabbing her hand and walking with her into the water. I watch how he gets into the water, and she hugs him before placing her head on his shoulder. I take a second to look at Tristan, as I see him chatting with Xavier while Penelope plays close by. What I wouldn’t give to have just one kiss from him. What I wouldn’t give to have the love that any of my relatives have.
I turn away and walk back, rinsing my feet off as soon as I leave the beach. I walk into the room and head straight to the shower, washing off the sunscreen before I unpack my luggage. I walk out of my room, still wrapped in the towel, to grab a bottle of water and hear the shower coming from Gabriella’s room.
I grab a white strapless bra with a white silky tank top that falls just under my boobs. I grab my long, blue flowy pants that fall straight to my ankles. The minute I walk, my legs poke out of the peekaboo slit that goes all the way up to the top of my thigh. I slip on a pair of black flip-flops before walking back into the bathroom to do something with my hair. I comb it and then shake it out, letting the air dry. I don’t even bother putting on makeup because my face has a nice tan color.
Gabriella and I walk out of our rooms at the same time and laugh because we are wearing the same thing. “I’m not changing.” She laughs at me.
“It’ll be fun. Think we can mess with people?” I tell her, “Take off the ring.” I point at the gold and silver ring she wears on her index finger. “Fluff your hair a bit more.” I walk over to her and touch up her hair a bit. We both raise our hands and touch each other’s noses. “Boop,” we say at the same time, turning and walking out of the door. The lights from the edge of the pathway make it very bright.
I take two steps when I turn and see Penelope coming out of her room with Tristan behind her. She wears pink shorts with a white shirt, and her hair is in a French braid. I smile as I watch Tristan walk behind her with his head down. He’s wearing light orange shorts and a short-sleeved white button-down shirt. My stomach literally flips over as I see him run his hand through his hair. My mouth waters when I think of how it must feel to have his hair under my fingers. I wonder if it feels as silky as it looks. Gabriella stops walking as she looks over also. “Great timing,” she mumbles, and Penelope looks up.
“Look.” She turns around, showing us her back. “Dad did a French braid.”
“Oh, jealous,” Gabriella replies, and Tristan looks up at the same time that my eyes find his, and I quickly look back at Penelope.
“Hey, you two,” Tristan greets us. “Nice outfits.”
Gabriella laughs, and Penelope looks at her and then at me. “But can you tell us apart?” Gabriella asks, and he just smirks.
“You’re Gabriella.” He points at her. “And you’re Abigail.” We just look at him with our mouths hanging open.
“How in the H E double hockey sticks did you know?” I question him, and he just shrugs.