Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
She slams the door and bounces away, clearly excited to spend the day with her girls.
Just as I take off from the spa, my phone rings with a number I don’t recognize.
“Hello.”
“Mr. Harrison, this is Monica with Oklahoma First Bank. I need to confirm some spending on an account that you co-own with Clark Harrison.”
My stomach sinks into my knees. “Okay. What’s up?”
“He just came in and tried to withdraw seventy-thousand dollars, but there aren’t enough funds to cover that transaction. In fact, there are very few funds in the account at all, and he made a scene in the lobby.”
I swear under my breath. “I’m sorry about that. You’re right, there isn’t enough money in the account for that kind of transaction, nor will there be.”
“Understood.”
“Monica, if I want to close that account, do I need to do it in person? And does Clark need to be with me?”
“He doesn’t need to be with you, no. And we can close it remotely, but it’s always easier to do so in person.”
“I see. Thank you.”
“Have a nice day.”
I hang up and toss my phone onto the floorboard of the truck.
It looks like I’m headed home to make arrangements to go to Oklahoma.
Chapter 11
Sophie
“My toes have never been prettier.” I lean over and admire Haley’s toes, polished in red, and grin.
“They’re gorgeous. Can you believe that your sister’s getting married?”
“I can.” Haley sips her soda water and leans back in the pedicure chair, soaking in the massage. “Liv’s always been the grounded one, the maternal one. She was made for marriage and babies.”
“And what about you?” I lift an eyebrow as Haley busts up laughing. “What, no marriage for you?”
“I’m only twenty-two. So, not for a while, anyway. I definitely haven’t met any guys who would be worthy of walking down the aisle to.”
“I think that’s pretty normal for your age,” Stella chimes in from a few chairs down. “I mean, not always, of course, but most guys aren’t ready to settle down in their early twenties. Besides, you just finished school. There’s no rush.”
“There’s no rush for any of us,” Erin says and sighs in happiness when the esthetician lays a hot towel over her legs.
Some of us got pedicures. Others opted for manicures. Some chose facials.
This whole spa is crawling with us cousins, and it’s so dang fun.
We invited the old ladies, as we call them, to join us, but they bowed out and said that we should just enjoy each other without worrying about them.
Not that they’re ever a worry.
I was the eldest cousin for a little while until Maddie and Josie came into the family. I don’t remember a time before them, since I was just a toddler when their mom fell in love with my uncle Caleb. The three of us, the oldest cousins, have seen all the babies after us come into the family and grow up. We’ve mentored them. Listened when they didn’t want to talk to their mothers about boys or bullying or anything, really.
There are twelve female cousins. We outnumber the boys by more than two to one.
That’s a lot of estrogen.
But we’re more than cousins. I’ve always thought of us as siblings because we are so entrenched in each other’s lives. We love like siblings. And we fight like them, too.
“I have an idea,” Stella announces, sitting up in her chair with excitement.
“Tell us,” I reply.
“What if we keep this as planned, and the dinner, too, but we’ve rented out the dance club for just us, so why don’t we invite the guys to meet us there and dance with us?”
“Can’t you stay away from Gray for just one day?” Liv asks Stella, looking fresh and relaxed after a facial.
“Come on, you guys know that I love dancing with you, but it’s way more fun with boys there.”
“Wait, you rented out the club?” I ask.
“Vaughn did.” Liv shrugs her shoulder. “He didn’t love the idea of all of us clubbing without security because I said that I wouldn’t have a bunch of dudes watching my every move, so he just rented out the club for the night.”
“So, now we don’t get to flirt with anyone?” Chelsea says. “That’s lame.”
“We could go to a different club.” I tap my finger to my chin, thinking it over.
“You’re trying to get me divorced before I even get married,” Liv says with a laugh. “I’m telling you, Vaughn fits in really well with all of our dads. His main priority is safety, given who we all are and how stupid the tabloids are.”
“The men in our family don’t want us to have any fun,” Zoey says with a scowl. “Since I don’t get to flirt with eligible men, and it’s likely that my boy cousins will turn up tonight, I’m going to eat my weight in pasta at dinner.”