Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Her gaze cut to the folder, looking like she might refuse.
But then she was snatching it, rushing into her door, and closing it on me without another word.
Yeah, Clay wanted me to keep an eye on her.
But she, clearly, didn’t want me to.
And she was a grown-ass adult.
I had no right to keep up this shit.
“Tried man,” I said, looking up at the sky, then climbing back into the car, and driving back to the apartment, where I tossed all the contents of the desk into a box, threw it into the car, and brought it back to the clubhouse to deal with some other time.
I needed to get back to my life.
And stay the fuck away from Cali.
That was the plan.
Until, one night, she waltzed her ass right into the club.
CHAPTER SIX
Cali
Well, I’d checked off several more things off of that very long bucket list of mine.
The rave, of course.
Karaoke with Sage, where we’d both sounded like a couple of dying cats. But, hey, what we lacked in singing skills, we made up for in enthusiasm.
I went to a bar and tried to find my signature drink. Which led to me being drunk off my ass and still only liking the fruity shit that didn’t actually taste like alcohol at all.
I took classes with some very hot, though not exactly my type, guy named Atlas, teaching me that I didn’t have the upper body strength for surfing or the guts for water skiing, but I did like paddle boarding, windsurfing, and kayaking.
I still planned to go back and try parasailing, but I was working my way up to that. Along with other things that kind of scared me shitless. Like bungee jumping, roller coasters, and skydiving.
Me and heights, we’d never really gotten along.
My brother and Brooks once let me tag along with them going to climb the old lighthouse at the beach. And I’d been shaking so hard by the time I was halfway up that Clay had needed to circle back down, pick me up, and carry me to the bottom, before he got to go to the top finally.
But I wasn’t going to let fear stop me from doing these things.
I was determined to make the most out of every moment I had. Because I had no idea how long I had left.
“Your sister?” I asked when Sage hung up her phone and speared a bit of her pasta from her otherwise very green salad.
“How’d you know?”
“Because you never get a word in edgewise,” I said, smiling as she nodded. “Which sister? Charlotte?” I asked, knowing that the birthday party had gone off relatively without a hitch, so the two had mended their tense relationship ever since the night Sage got a little too tipsy at Charlotte’s engagement party and asked her sister how her future husband was at licking pussy. That was not something that had gone over well with that country club crowd.
“Meadow,” she corrected, meaning her crazy younger sister. Considering the two were so alike, I was surprised we didn’t hang out with her more. Especially now that Sage and I had been going out so much. “She invited us to a party tonight,” she told me, reaching over to steal one of my fries. “Why did I get a salad again?”
“You said something about jiggling more than you wanted in your bridesmaid dress.”
“Ugh. Silk. Does anyone look good in silk who is above a size zero? You should have seen the way the seamstress tsked at my tits. Like it’s my fault they came out disproportionately enormous. I’m gonna have to invest in one of those sausage sleeves at this rate.”
“You mean shapewear?” I asked, laughing at her word choice.
“Have you ever worn it? It feels like being encased like sausage meat. And it would seriously hinder my ability to hook up with one of the groomsmen.”
“You hate uppity guys like that,” I reminded her.
“I do. But it would bring me joy to annoy my perfect sister just a little bit. You know, I think they make those things with a whole open crotch. I’ll have to get one of those,” she decided, taking another of my fries.
“So… a party?” I asked. It had been bugging me that I hadn’t been able to think of something to do that night. Tuesdays were just not a great night to find anything fun and interesting to do.
“Yeah. You know Meadow, she can always find a good time.”
“What kind of party?”
“She didn’t give a lot of details. She said to bring a swimsuit and prepare to swoon over a bunch of hot guys. So… that’s a yes for me. I’m still bitter about that guy from the club,” she added.
Apparently, she’d liked him enough to go home with him. Where they’d started making out just inside his front door. And when she’d dry humped against him, he came in his pants, and told her he had an early morning and she needed to get going.