Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He picked up the dishes. “Do you know where this shit goes? We’ve got to put it away and go fix this.”
“Fix what?” I asked.
“You!”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Well,” he said, letting his gaze scan down my body and back up, “until a couple of minutes ago, I’d have said not a damn thing. But you’re lacking one big skill that I didn’t know about.”
“And that is … playing video games?” I asked, highly amused.
He nodded, as if this made complete sense. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely,” he replied. “Now, let’s get this shit put away and get out of here before they come looking for us.”
Part of me still wanted to go to my room and read. Even though I did enjoy Trev’s company. He was charming and made me laugh. His mischievous grin reminded me of a little boy who was up to no good. I found myself unable to tell him no.
“Okay, fine,” I agreed. “If you swear the rodeo squad is gone?”
“I swear!” He lifted his fist into the air. “Hell yes! Let’s do this.”
I laughed at him, shaking my head, then walked over to the cabinet where the plates went and opened it for him to put them inside. Then, I took the other items and placed them all back in the spots I’d found them. Once I was done, I wiped down everything and turned off the lights.
“Ready?” Trev asked me in a whisper even though the theater was far enough away that there was no way they could hear him.
I nodded, going along with his game. He grabbed my hand, and we exited out the back door. It wasn’t completely dark yet. The sun had been setting later and later, leading up to the summer solstice. However, the sunset was our only light as we walked down the path leading to Trev’s parked car. We moved quietly, which was probably unnecessary, but it made the idea of escaping more exciting. I was smiling when I realized we had reached his SUV.
The shiny black vehicle looked expensive. I knew little about cars, but it was obvious this one was considered a luxury SUV.
Trev opened the passenger door. “Hop on in,” he told me, no longer whispering.
I climbed into the vehicle, and the smell of leather and new car filled my senses. Looking around, I took in the screen in the dash that was the size of the television my brother and dad had watched daily at our old apartment. The leather was red and softer than any car interior I’d ever felt. When Trev opened the driver’s door, he was still grinning. I wondered if he was ever unhappy or angry. I doubted he had reason to be. His world was perfect. Nothing to worry about. It was all taken care of. I couldn’t imagine how that must feel.
“Like it?” he asked me.
“The car?”
He looked offended. “This isn’t a car, Maddy. Calling it that probably hurt its feelings. You should apologize.”
I laughed. “I am not apologizing to a vehicle,” I informed him.
He reached forward and petted the dash like he would a dog. “It’s okay, baby. She doesn’t know any better. I’ve got a lot to teach her.”
Amused, I watched him, and then he glanced at me before starting the engine.
“It smells new,” I said.
He nodded. “It is. My dad bought it for me as a bribe. It worked,” he replied.
“This looks like an expensive bribe,” I said as the smooth ride felt as if we weren’t in a car at all.
Trev shrugged. “Not really. Not to him.”
I waited a moment, and when he said nothing more, I decided to ask another question. “What kind of vehicle is this?” I asked him since I couldn’t recall ever seeing one like this before.
His grin stretched across his chiseled face. “This is a Bentayga,” he said with pride. “It would appreciate it if you remembered that.”
I nodded, biting back a smile. I had no clue what a Bentayga was, so I didn’t reply.
He glanced at me when he came to a Stop sign. “It’s a Bentley, Maddy. Surely, you’ve heard of those.”
A Bentley I had heard of, but other than television, I hadn’t seen one in person.
“They make SUVs?” I’d thought Bentleys were cars driven by rich, old men.
“Hell yeah, they do,” he replied and then caressed his steering wheel.
I laughed, unable to help myself. At least he appreciated his extravagant car. His phone started ringing as we pulled through the entrance to Hughes Farm, and he smirked, looking at the screen on the dash.
“It’s Sax,” he told me, then pressed something on his steering wheel.
“Hey, bud. How’s the movie?” he asked him, then winked at me.
“Where’s Maddy?” was Saxon’s response.
“Are you accusing me of abduction? And here you are, my best friend,” Trev replied, sounding offended while he grinned at me.