Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“You know, I ain’t countin’ it,” he argued. “It’s not like I got a say in the damn matter.”
“Aw, you’re breakin’ Paul’s heart,” I laughed.
Reese tried and failed to glare at me. Before too long, he shook his head in amusement and rose from the chair. “That’s it. I’m callin’ your stalker. What’re the odds he quit workin’ the graveyard shift at the gas station? I wanna borrow him for myself.”
My what? Oh…Brian.
“Are you kidding me?” I blurted out.
“Nope! We gotta get ourselves a sex life, brother.”
He was an idiot!
I watched as he rummaged around in the kitchen for the phone book, presumably to find the number to the gas station where Brian worked. Reese better not bring that man around here, ’cause I was done shooting him down.
“I’ll beat you if you pretend to be me again,” I warned.
He’s gonna go out with Brian. Maybe fuck him.
I swallowed and willed myself not to let that get to me.
“It was one time!” he defended. “How many times have you pretended to be me?”
That was neither here nor there.
We’d never pretended to be each other in any sexual situations, though.
Reese evidently found the number, because soon he was dialing on the phone on the wall next to the fridge.
Someone must’ve picked up. “Hey, is this Brian?” Reese asked. “Yeah, hey, it’s Reese Tenley.” That asshole. He was actually running with this. “Yeah, we’re back for the holiday—as usual. Listen, you got any plans tomorrow?”
I rolled my eyes and picked up the last slice of pizza on my plate.
“Cool. You wanna hang out then?” Reese asked. Then he shot me a wry smirk and said, “No, just you and me.”
Brian had asked if I was tagging along, hadn’t he?
Anyway, I’d been right. Reese was gonna drag this out, but it was okay. Things had been left unsaid between us, and he’d come to me soon enough. I knew my brother too well. I wasn’t the only one feeling confused about where our limits were, and if there was one thing I could bank on, it was Reese always wanting to find out. If someone told him to take only two steps, he took two and toed around the edges of the third to see if anything would happen.
Sometimes he took another seven steps after that.
“I can pick you up,” Reese offered. “I have Pop’s truck—all right. Swing by around nine.”
Brian wanted to come here. Why the fuck was Reese doing this? He had plenty of friends in Nashville, mainly from all the odd jobs he’d had over the years, and I bet some of them wouldn’t mind fooling around. Unlike Reese, I didn’t get fired for getting into trouble, and I’d had the same two jobs here in town every summer we visited.
“By the way, if you talk to Rick and the others, don’t mention I’m in town,” Reese said.
I frowned.
“Okay, cool. See ya tomorrow.” Reese hung up and grabbed another couple sodas from the fridge before he returned.
“Why don’t you want your buddies to know you’re here?” I asked.
He shrugged and sat down in the chair again. “Wasn’t feelin’ it this year.”
“Oh, but you feel like going out with an easy lay who’s been gunning for your brother since we were fourteen?”
He got defensive. “I didn’t say it was the most well-thought-out plan. But what’s the alternative? I keep latching on to you and die a virgin?”
There were other options…
“Fine. Enjoy your date tomorrow,” I said. “I won’t be here.”
Nine was gonna be pretty late to start a date, unless they were skipping dinner and jumping straight into messing around, and then I assumed Brian would start his shift at around midnight as usual.
Reese frowned at me. “Where’re you going?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll break in to the pool.”
We’d probably visited the local pool at night more than any other time of day. It was just two blocks over, and the security was absolute crap. Reese had worked there one summer and discovered that they hid a key inside the keypad box that’d been broken for as long as we could remember. And the code for the security alarm had always been 9876.
He sucked his teeth. “That’s something we do together.”
Yeah, well. Apparently we were cutting the umbilical cord this holiday.
I didn’t say that out loud, though, ’cause I was the one who couldn’t sleep without him, and I didn’t want him getting even.
“Then you’ll know where to find me if you wanna bail,” I settled for saying.
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
Chapter 2
“We should get up, Riv.”
“Speak for yourself.” I wasn’t done recharging, but at least the night had melted away the bitchiness from yesterday. “It’s way too early.”
“It’s almost eight,” he chuckled tiredly.
“Like I said…” I pulled him closer to me and, ironically, woke the hell up mentally when I accidentally pressed my morning wood against his. “Sorry.” I turned my lower body away again.