Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
The color drains from her face, and her hands fly to her mouth. I reach for her shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll talk to him.”
With a slow intake of shaky breath, she rubs her hands on her arms and nods. I don’t want her to see what happens, to be honest. There’s no way to tell how Keith will react. Sure, he’s not exactly a loose canon, but when it comes to his sister, I’m not so sure.
I turn the doorknob slowly, and Keith pushes on the other side to open the door wide. The smile freezes on his face when he spots Nora behind me, wearing my shirt and not much else.
His entire demeanor changes as he drags his eyes from her to me and back to her. Keith’s smile morphs into a scowl and twists into a mask of anger.
His face darkens, eyes narrowing, as he steps closer to me.
I realize what he’s about to do a split second before he rears his arm back and lands a punch on my jaw, making my head swing to the side.
Nora gasps. “Keith!”
He’s about to hit me again, but Nora moves her body in front of me, trying to shield me from his blows. I touch her shoulder lightly. “It’s okay, Nora. I got this.”
But she’s stubborn just like him—something he should have known. “Stop it, Keith!”
“What did he do to you, Nora?” Keith snarls, looking more and more menacing with each passing second.
“He didn’t do anything to me, okay? He helped me and…and things happened.”
“Did he force himself on you?”
“Oh my God, Keith. Of course not. He’s your best friend. You should know better than that!”
“I should, shouldn’t I?” He sneers and rakes his eyes from the top of my head to my feet. “But I guess I don’t.”
He moves her to the side, and she’s about to launch herself at him but I give her a quick shake of my head.
Keith pins me with a look, and I huff in exasperation, running my hand through my hair. “Keith, I didn’t mean to. We didn’t mean to. Like what she said, things happened.”
He points an accusing finger at me. “How could you? She’s my sister.” His voice is thunderous, and I have never seen this side of him in all the years we’ve been friends.
“You think I’m playing her? You think this is a random hookup? Have you met me? Have you ever seen me with anyone?”
This shuts him up because he knows it’s the truth. He tried to set me up with countless women, only for me to turn them all down, preferring to spend my nights fixing vehicles.
“I understand your anger. I really do. And I tried to stay away from her out of respect for you, but fuck, Keith. I can’t and I don’t want to. Nora’s mine. She will be until the day I die. I’m serious about her.”
“Serious?” He turns to Nora, balling his fists at his sides. “I’ll give my right nut if he stays with you until the end of this month.”
“Then be prepared to live with one ball for the rest of your life because I’m never letting her go.”
The silence is so loud, and I mentally prepare myself for another punch.
Keith’s face is flush with fury, his eyes blazing. He gives me and Nora one long look before he turns around and stomps to the door, closing it with a bang that reverberates throughout the space.
Nora hangs her head at the sound of his car revving outside, his tires screeching.
It could’ve been worse. I never intended to hide Nora, so that confrontation was bound to happen. It just happened sooner than I hoped.
I stride to her and pull her into my arms. “It will be okay, Nora. Not today, maybe not this week or this month. But he’ll come to accept it eventually. He may be an asshole sometimes, but your brother loves you. And he knows I’m no player.”
6
NORA
It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re just a few hours away from the town celebration.
Noah said everyone would be there. I’m hoping Keith will be too. It’s been three days and still no word from him. I called him several times and even dropped by the house.
Radio silence.
I hate this. We’ve had our share of fights and disagreements, but he’s never given me the silent treatment ever, which is why I want him to show up tonight.
The town square bustles with activity—kids running around, men carrying tables and chairs, women fixing the decorations. The teens are probably in charge of the music because they lounge in the area with the large speakers, laughing and eating chips.
The door to Mrs. Dawson’s bakeshop jingles as I enter, and I’m met with the aroma of hot chocolate. The shelves are mostly empty to my dismay, but when she steps out from the kitchen, her face lights up and she beams. “Sit down, dear. I just finished baking my honey and peanut butter blondies. I’ll let it cool and give you some. You like hot cocoa and bourbon balls?”