Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
After the event, my sister had gone to Coffey’s dad’s funeral—yes, she was freakin’ weird like that—and had struck up a conversation with Coffey. The day after, they’d met at a bar, and from there, one thing had led to another.
Eight weeks later, Coffey was living with us, my sister was pregnant with Coffey’s baby, and he was our new cook. Chef. Whatever he was called.
All I knew was, his food was divine.
As in, I could eat it all day and night, and never tire of it.
“Oh.” I pulled the door open wide and swept my arm out in an “after you” gesture. “Come on in.”
He did, his eyes moving curiously around the area.
We shared what was considered a tour bus. It was made for ten people to share—though likely not as permanently as we did. There was a large living room/kitchen-like area. Then there was the long hallway that housed all of our beds, leading back to a spacious, yet still rather cramped bathroom/shower area. And the main bedroom that we all shared as a closet instead of using as an actual bedroom.
It was filled with racks of clothes, anchored in shelving units with bins to hold our individual things that couldn’t be hung up, and shoes. Lots and lots of shoes.
“Come on, I’ll show you to her shelves,” I called to him.
I moved quietly down the hall, used to tiptoeing so I didn’t wake anyone up, and pointed out the bunks. “Mine.” I pointed to the first one we got to. “Keene’s below mine. Then there’s Val’s, Simi’s, Crimson’s, Hades’s. Then Zip’s. The rest of these bunks are for guests and Keene’s things. He doesn’t get to be part of the closet orgy.”
“Why not?” Coffey asked as I passed.
“Because it’s weird seeing your sisters’ tits,” Keene called from his bunk as we passed.
I slapped him on the forehead for his comment, then moved away before he could catch me, placing Coffey in between us.
Coffey chuckled and followed me to the room we used as our closet. “Are all of your boobs put away? Coffey wants to come get the rest of Simi’s stuff.”
There were a bunch of “yeahs” and then I pushed through.
The room was a wreck, like usual.
The only clean thing about that room right now were the clothes hanging up.
I think more littered the floor than were on the racks.
“Whoa,” Coffey said as he looked at the room. “Y’all are pigs.”
“This is life.” I shrugged. “You get over needing to keep stuff organized and spotless when you have so many wardrobe changes like we do.”
“I can imagine.” He eyed the explosion of clothes on the floor. “Is any of this Simi’s? I won’t have a clue where to start.”
“Some,” I agreed. “Though we’re really good about keeping our clothes to our section. This is her section.” I led him to it. It looked a little less disaster-like than the rest because she’d been staying with Coffey for the last week since he’d arrived. “This is all hers. Do you have a bag, or do you want to borrow some laundry baskets?”
He eyed all of the empty ones around the room and said, “Laundry baskets for now. I can get them back to you once I dump everything in the RV.”
Ahh, I wished I knew how to drive a truck and a trailer. I’d so totally be out of here if I did.
Not that I didn’t love my sisters and Keene. But damn, would it be nice to just have a freakin’ break.
Which I did.
I had about a month of breaks coming up, actually.
In a few days, it would be my month off.
And soon I would be taking that break and flying the hell to almost anywhere that wasn’t here.
I’d be on the first flight that was to a fairly nice location—my hope was it being somewhere with a beach—and I wouldn’t look back until I was forced to come back.
“Is everyone ready to go?” I heard Zip call. “The bus leaves in ten minutes, whether you’re on it or not!”
“Y’all are still headed to the water park?” Coffey asked.
“Unfortunately,” I grumbled as Crimson appeared from between the racks of clothes.
“Why do you sound like you’re going to your death instead of to a fun place?” Coffey asked as he started to shove clothes off the floor into the first basket we’d given him.
“Because it might be the death of me,” I pointed out.
It wouldn’t.
Hopefully.
Right?
“It’s a water park, loser,” Hades groused as she came into the room. “It’s not that bad.”
Said the person that didn’t have a fear of heights.
“Actually,” a small voice said from the other side of the room, where, I didn’t know. “According to Google, in 2016 there were twenty-two deaths and thirty-thousand injuries at amusement parks.”
I looked around for the owner of that voice but came up empty.