Headstrong Like Us Read online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie (Like Us #6)

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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Now that she’s here, she’s been taking it all in and drinking a virgin daiquiri.

“Yeah,” Maximoff says distantly, lost in thought.

I lift his wrist and check the time on his watch. “Your parents should be here in a half hour.” They’re giving Kinney some extra time to spend with her siblings before picking her up.

He nods strongly, but I catch his rising smile, a thought bringing him some sort of happiness.

“What?” I smile, just seeing Maximoff grin like that, and I really wish I were in his brain right now.

He licks lemonade off his lips. “I was just thinking what we’d do if Ripley snuck out to a bar at fourteen.”

My brows spike. I’m surprised he’s letting himself envision that future. But he’s still smiling. “What would we do?” I ask deeply.

He stares off. “I think we’d let our son stay, but only under the condition that we have to hang around him the whole time. And you’d be the kind of dad who’d totally embarrass Rip for being a fourteen-year-old in a bar.”

I laugh into a smile that vanishes too quickly. Replaced with a pain, a feeling I’m dodging. Who would’ve thought that Maximoff could speak about our future easier than me?

With a free-throw, I trash my crumpled plastic cup in a trashcan, and I push back the ache in my chest. “After that,” I tell Maximoff, “Ripley would turn to you and whine, ‘Papa,’ because you’re too good, and he forgets how much of a hardass you are. Still, you’d go buy him a Fizz.”

“Fizz Life,” Maximoff amends, gaze faraway. “It’s better for him.”

I smile. “No offense to your family’s soda empire, but all that shit is unhealthy, carbonated syrup.”

His eyes finally meet mine. “Really? I had no clue.”

I let out a short laugh, but in the next beat, we look deeper into one another.

Maximoff inhales a sharp breath. “Am I torturing us with this?”

I want to shake my head. But I nod once. “A little bit.” I’m not into masochism, and picturing a future where Ripley is permanently our son is packed with love and pain. “If we were smarter, we’d just talk about kids in generalizations.”

At least we know we’ll have them someday.

“For some damn reason,” Maximoff says, “I’d rather be dumb and talk about our life with him.”

I know I’m all-in, but it feels like Maximoff has me beat.

“It’s the Hale Curse,” Xander says adamantly, speaking louder. Stealing our attention. “What goes wrong will go wrong to a Hale. Why else would the strippers only be sent to Moffy and not Farrow?”

Maximoff cuts in, “The Hale Curse is a made-up thing, Summers.”

He’ll go to his grave telling his siblings that it’s bullshit, but I know he somewhat believes in that bullshit too.

“I don’t know.” Luna slurps from a dick straw. “Sounds like a Hale conspiracy to me.”

Kinney shrugs, unconcerned. “I’m not afraid of any curse.”

Maximoff opens his mouth, but a confrontation explodes near a bamboo-shuttered window, only a few feet away.

“I can’t believe you agreed to that fucked up request,” Sulli says heatedly to Akara. “You said we were friends.”

Akara glances subtly at Banks, who leans up against the wall and chews a toothpick. The six-foot-seven bodyguard is watching the scene unfold like we are, and then Akara focuses back on his client. “We are friends, Sul.”

“So you’re allowed to joke with me without some guy having his ego bruised.”

I missed something here. It’s their shit to work out, but I don’t love how Maximoff looks upset. My best guess: he’s beating himself up right now. Earlier, Sulli was in the process of explaining something to him about her wallpaper boyfriend, and before she could finish, he was pulled away to find Kinney.

I don’t have any intel to share and ease him. But I remember that Jane stayed back with Sulli. So I whisper to Maximoff, “Jane probably knows what’s going on.”

“Wait…where did Janie go?” He looks around.

From a quick check, I already know Jane isn’t in the makeshift VIP area. Thatcher is MIA too. I touch the mic on my collar. “Farrow to Thatcher, are you with Jane?”

One second later, his strict voice is in my ear. “Yeah.” He’s a beat too slow to unclick the mic, and I hear a short moan over comms. Every bodyguard in my sight flinches like they just heard their little sister come.

“Shit,” I curse out loud.

Maximoff narrows his gaze. “What?”

I grit down on my teeth and rub my mouth.

Moretti is going to be pissed at himself, and fuck, I feel partly to blame. If I’d known they went somewhere to have a quickie, I wouldn’t have radioed him.

“Farrow.”

I cup his jaw and explain what happened against his ear. His face just keeps falling and falling. “Fuck,” he curses. “Don’t you and Thatcher have code signals or something for this?”


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