Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
“About seven hours,” Aubrey answers.
Brynn nearly chokes. “What?”
Aubrey’s eyes widen at her surprise and her gaze drifts to me questioningly.
“Where are we going?” Brynn demands, looking over at me.
“Paris.”
I thought her eyes couldn’t possibly widen more, but I was wrong. “Paris? Like, Paris, France?”
“That’s the one.”
Her jaw hangs open in clear shock for several seconds, but then I can see all the ramifications of that answer falling into place. “Killian… I can’t go to Paris. I have studying to do. I have classes Monday.” Then, as if just remembering the most important part, she says, “I work all day Sunday. If I don’t show up, they’ll fire me.”
“I already called and let them know you wouldn’t be in Sunday. I brought your schoolbag, and we’ll be back in time for all our classes Monday morning. We’re flying in overnight, spending Saturday in the city and the night at the hotel, then we’ll come back home Sunday.”
“I didn’t pack. I don’t have my passport,” she realizes, growing horrified. “How will I even get into the country?”
“I packed for you, and I brought your passport,” I assure her. “I took care of everything. You don’t have to worry about anything, just enjoy the trip.”
“Wow, when he said he was going to surprise her with Paris, he really meant it, huh?” Aubrey murmurs to Dare, who just smirks.
“This is… the craziest surprise ever,” Brynn states. “I should have dressed warmer.”
“I packed an extra pair of thermal leggings if you want to borrow them,” Aubrey offers. “They look just like tights, but they’re warmer, like pants. Pair them with a nice coat and they’ll complement your dress perfectly,” she says, glancing at what Brynn’s wearing.
“Really? That would be amazing.”
Aubrey nods. “No problem. Dare likes me in skirts, but he brought me to Boston where it’s like living in a refrigerator, so I’ve had to find wardrobe fixes to keep from freezing to death. I’m working on a cozy scarf collection, too.”
Brynn cracks a smile. “Not from here, I take it?”
Aubrey shakes her head. “We’re from California. Much, much nicer weather.”
“You’re both from California?”
She nods. “Same place. Baymont. It’s on the coast. We went to high school together.”
“Ohh,” Brynn drawls, seeming to put something together. Her gaze jumps to Dare’s mouth and eyes for a second and alarms the fuck out of me, but then she just nods like she’s figured something out. “You’re the girlfriend from high school.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Aubrey says with an uncertain laugh.
Brynn points her fork at her. “I don’t know if you know this, but there’s this one Zeta who’s like… obsessed with your boyfriend.”
Aubrey rolls her eyes. “You must be talking about Vanessa.”
Brynn nods. “That’s the one.”
Aubrey nods, already aware of the girl’s hopeless crush. “She’s the worst. I cannot stand that girl.”
“I can see why,” Brynn says.
“Sloane invited me to join the Zetas even though I didn’t rush, and that girl is half the reason I said no. I’ve already dealt with one pyscho obsessed with him, I do not need a reprise.”
“So it’s a common occurrence?” Brynn asks lightly.
“His ex is a nutjob. Like… you don’t understand when I say that. You think she’s a little crazy or I’m just biased. No. She’s all the crazy, and if she went to school here, she would definitely be a Zeta, so I just… I can’t.”
“Sloane didn’t ask me to join, but she told everyone I was the newest Zeta tonight, so I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. Maybe she just said it because all the other girls in the auction were Zetas.”
Aubrey’s eyebrows rise. “You did the date auction? Isn’t that for single girls?”
“Yes, but I didn’t know that,” Brynn says flatly. “I kind of got tricked into the whole thing. They invited me over to help set up for the fundraiser, but then suddenly I was in some date auction, and then they told me they weren’t real dates, but then Ryan said they were.”
“Ryan’s nice,” Aubrey says. “I’d believe him over a Zeta.”
“Not all the Zetas are bad,” Brynn says, sounding a tad protective. “I met this girl named Addison who was pretty awesome. She made me cookies,” she adds, picking up the little bowl Addison brought us as we were leaving. “There are only two, but we can break them in half and share them if you guys like oatmeal raisin.”
“Speaking of Addison and the Zeta auction,” I say, shifting so I can pull out the fundraiser program I snatched on my way in tonight. “I have questions.”
Brynn looks down at the book curiously as I open it to the page she was featured on. The girls are listed as they would appear, so Brynn is the second girl on the top row and her new friend Addison is several rows down. Since it’s an advertisement for a meat market, every girl has a border around her picture to let bidders know what she’s open to. Most are blue all the way around, but Addison and Brynn are both surrounded by a pink and blue border.