Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“What kind of models?”
“Cars.”
Huh. Interesting.
That’s not something I would have guessed he would be into, solely based on our age, but then, what do I know about men my age? If I knew what went on inside their heads, maybe I wouldn’t be single.
“I haven’t put one together in a while, though,” he tells me, cheeks getting flushed in the most adorable way.
Drew Colter is blushing.
“What kind of shows do you like to watch?”
He gives this some thought, too. “I watch a lot of the History Channel and documentaries.”
I can feel my brows raising. LEGOS and the History Channel? My, my the big guy is full of surprises.
“Look what the cat dragged in. You could have just told me you had a date, Drake.” A girl is standing at the end of the table, wearing an incredulous expression on her face. She’s holding a cardboard box of takeout food. “So let me get this straight; instead of calling me back or texting me like a normal person, you avoid me altogether?” She barely pays me any mind, and I’m so fascinated I don’t want to interrupt by speaking. “Nice.”
“I’m Drew.”
She’s studying his face and rolls her eyes. “No, you’re not.”
Drew pops an entire onion ring in his mouth and busies himself chewing. “’Fraid so.”
“Give me a break.” The young woman points at his face. “Please, I’ve been with you enough times to know who is who.”
Been with you enough times to know who is who…
Translation: I think I would know who I was fucking.
Beside me, Drew goes still.
Rigid.
Cracks his knuckles. “I can tell my brother I bumped into you.”
He is unrelenting and unflinching.
They have a stare down until the blonde narrows her eyes into untrusting slits. “I think it’s so sad you’re going to sit there and pretend to be your dumb brother. Aren’t you a little old for that game?”
I sit there awkwardly as his lips press together, unwilling to give her the courtesy of a response. I muster up a smile, not sure what to do. This is a him problem, not a me problem, and I’m tempted to jump in and say something, so she doesn’t feel bad—but stop myself.
She stands a few more seconds, face turning from a pretty sun-kissed glow to a blushing red. More furious than anything else.
When it’s clear Drew has nothing more to say she spins angrily on her heel, stalking away.
“That’s our next-door neighbor.”
Who his brother is clearly sleeping with. Or leading her on?
Both, most likely.
“Wow. Your brother sounds like a player.”
“How does that make him a player? They’re not in a relationship.”
“But she seemed upset.”
“Upset? Or jealous.” Drew cocks his head at me, chewing on a chicken wing, not a bother in the world.
“Why would she be jealous? You just said they’re not in a relationship.”
My date nods slowly. “I reckon she would like there to be more, but my brother isn’t interested. He can’t help it if they started off as friends with benefits and she’s trying to make herself a WAG.”
“Does that happen a lot?”
Drew furrows his brow. “Does what happen a lot?”
“Do girls blur the lines between casual and actually dating?”
His broad shoulders shrug. “Probably. It’s not somethin’ we can control, though, know what I mean? We can be clear about our intentions but can’t control how the other person feels or what they hope happens.”
I imagine that most of the girls having sex with the Colter brothers wish and pray it turns into a relationship. They get a ring. A wedding. A happily ever after with a Super Bowl win at the end of it.
In a small way, I feel bad for the brothers; how is a guy supposed to know who wants to date them and who wants to date their reputation? What a life to live.
“What’s the worst date you’ve ever had?” I pick up my cocktail and take a sip as Drew changes the subject.
I’m glad he asked because I don’t need my brain to continue lingering on the idea of he and his brothers banging the girls next door.
Not that it’s any of my business.
But it could be if this date goes good.
“I can’t say I’ve had a ‘worst’ date—they’ve all been pretty meh. Not all that exciting. Just your basic, college first date at a coffee shop for the most part.”
“Lucky you.”
I lift my gaze to look him in the eye. “Oh? Does that tone mean you’ve had a few doozies?”
Drew laughs. “Yup.”
I lean forward. “Do tell. And don’t leave out any of the juicy details.”
seventeen
drake
She was louder than…your mom
I cannot tell Daisy about my date with Karris the other night.
For starters, it was a disaster for many reasons, one of them being that she had already been on a date with Drew, and only once I was trapped in her house did the warning bells in my head go off.