Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Wade, my baby brother, looked at the mug he was given, too. “The last time I checked, I had a dick and balls—and it’s physically impossible for me to be a mother.” He paused. “Now Father’s Day? I might or might not be a candidate for that particular holiday some day.”
Way, my baby sister, better known as Calloway Rhea the awful, looked like she was about to bust a gut as she tried to hold in her laughter.
“I just wanted to get you all something special,” Way lied through her big fat front teeth.
That’s when Tyler chimed in.
“Thanks,” Tyler drawled, looking at the plain black coffee mug with amusement. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
I looked over and up to see Tyler’s face set in a frown.
He wasn’t sure what to do with Way’s gift…then again, neither was I.
Though, I knew without a doubt that the damn thing was a joke of some kind. Way never managed to be an adult, despite her age indicating that she should be.
Way snickered and finger waved at Tyler. “Who are you again?”
I sighed. “I’m going to kick your ass, Way. Trust me on this. I’m going to walk up to you, shove my foot into that fat meat and knock you straight on your face. Then I’m going to…”
Lennox walked into the room and clapped her hands.
“Girls…” Lennox sighed. “Seriously, if there is one day that y’all shouldn’t fight, it’s Mother’s Day. If only because you love me and you want me to have a nice day.”
Both of us snorted. “She started it,” came from my mouth just as Way said, “I didn’t start it. I just tried to give her a thoughtful gift.”
My dad grunted. “You’re sure you want to have a part of this?”
Tyler looked amused. “I have two sisters myself. Most of the time they fought forcing me to be a referee. I’m thinking that since I don’t see blood yet, this isn’t anything I can’t handle.”
My dad grunted. “Give it time. It’s still early.”
That’s when Way started to let her asshole out to shine.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but…aren’t you both very close in age?” Way asked teasingly.
Silence. Utter and complete silence.
“I’m a few years younger than your dad, I think,” Tyler admitted finally.
He looked uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable.
Which he would be. Since the beginning, that’d been an issue in the back of his mind, along with his heartbreak, as his major reasons for not being with me.
It didn’t matter, and honestly wasn’t even that big of an age difference between the two of us.
But he obviously thought it did.
Way didn’t. She just liked to be a douche bag.
Hell, the last time I talked on the phone with her, she was banging her professor.
“Huh,” Way murmured. “That’d make y’all what…twenty years apart in age?”
“Ten,” Tyler said, sounding like he was being choked.
I narrowed my eyes at Way, telling her without words to drop it, or else.
She didn’t.
Because that wasn’t who Way was.
She was never satisfied with anything. She’d beat the dead horse until there was nothing left that would be recognizable as a horse about it.
“Ten’s not too bad,” Wade said, surprising not just me, but our parents and Tyler as well.
Not Way, though. Meaning she must’ve known what was coming.
“Why do you say that, Wade?” Way fluttered her eyelashes.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Your fake lash coming off?”
She flipped me off. “There’s nothing wrong with fake lashes and you know it.”
I shrugged. “I guess I’m just a little bit old school and prefer my eyelashes actually attached to my face.”
Wade snorted. Our parents didn’t comment. Tyler tightened his hand into my hair.
It was almost as if he was anchoring me to him so I wouldn’t take off from the couch and launch myself at my sister—which wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility.
My sister and I had gotten into many knock-down, drag-out fights over the years. Our ages—and maturity—hadn’t stopped us from duking it out every once in a while, when it was needed.
But, in the end, Way was my sister.
It didn’t matter if we fought. It didn’t matter if she stole my clothes and then lied saying she’d never seen them, only for me to see her wearing them at a party she wasn’t even invited to and I had been. It didn’t matter if hell froze over and we never fought again.
What mattered was that she was my family and she was mine.
“I did a senior officer when I was in boot camp. She was fifteen years my senior, but goddamn she was hot. We only went out four times and we stopped before anything more could develop and we got into trouble. But every once in a while, I think about her.” Wade sighed, sounding as if he was sad.
I knew he wasn’t.
My brother was a player, plain and simple.