Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I rub my temple, almost cringing.
“Jesus Christ,” Maximoff mutters. “Our mom is a sex addict, Luna. You should know better.”
She looks to me for an out, but she forgets that I’m a hardass too.
“You should’ve listened in sex ed.”
“Lay off her, you turds,” Kinney says.
“Stop, Kinney,” Maximoff says harshly.
Luna swings her head to Xander. “I told you I should’ve asked Tom and Eliot for help.”
Xander stands. “They may be your best friends, but they would’ve told all the Cobalts, Luna. Moffy and Farrow are going to fix this. Right?” In unison, all three of them rotate and set their gazes on me and Maximoff.
I’m still casually leaning on the sink. Maximoff stands like he’s currently supporting the world on his shoulders.
And I already understand why they called me here in the first place. I tell Maximoff, “Luna needs a pregnancy test.”
Kinney steps forward. “Farrow is taking us to the convenience store.”
“No, I’m going alone,” I say.
“I’m coming with you,” Maximoff rebuts.
Always stubborn. “You’re staying in the car.” If someone catches him buying a pregnancy test, he’ll stoke the rumor he’s trying to extinguish.
“We’ll talk about it on the way there.”
I roll my eyes, but this isn’t an argument I need to win right now. Especially in front of his three siblings. “Let’s go, wolf scout.”
7
FARROW KEENE
Bear Claw One-Stop Shop is the nearest convenience store, a fifty-two mile drive on windy and icy roads. We chained the tires of Omega’s Range Rover before leaving the lake house, and we safely reached Bear Claw. Only a Jeep in the parking lot. Most likely the storeowner.
I make a quick choice and agree to let Maximoff join me inside. The tiny, outdated store has no security cameras, and half the shelves are bare. We’ll be lucky if they even have a pregnancy test. We both notice the old gray-haired man sleeping at the cash register.
While we peruse the aisles, Maximoff’s shoulders stay tense and neck stiff. Always a knight prepared for a looming war.
He checks a bottom shelf, finding jugs of water. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be doing this today.”
“Technically, I never thought I’d be doing this any day.” I grab a pair of aviator sunglasses off a rack and slip them on, price tag hanging off the rim.
Maximoff glances back at me, and he almost lets himself check me out, almost. His gaze stops at my chest, and then he unzips his Patagonia jacket, hot, and rounds the corner with me.
Aisle number two carries mostly junk food: beef jerky, Pringles, and popcorn. Then random fruit. Oranges, bananas—I take a red apple.
And I place a hand on his chest. Stopping him mid-aisle because he’s been too quiet. Even the whole ride here. I lift the aviators to my head, pushing my hair back. “The talk with your dad went that badly?” I finally ask.
“My dad kept twisting his wedding ring.” He purposefully buries his emotion, his face blank. “That means—”
“I know what that means,” I say, even if the fact isn’t public knowledge. I spent three years around Lily and Lo, and anytime Lo was in a bad place with his addiction, he’d twist his ring.
Maximoff blinks a few times, his guard descending. Letting some kind of emotion break through.
My hand rises to the back of his neck, and he suddenly clasps my shoulders, his muscular arms wrapping around them. At the same time, we both step into a hug. Chest against chest. I stroke the back of his neck, and he holds us together in a strong embrace.
I feel his heart thud hard and fast.
Against his ear, I whisper, “I’m sorry.” I know how much he loves his parents, and not being able to fix this must be killing him.
His chest collapses in a deeper breath, and we tilt our heads back, our eyes skimming each other. I’d say I lean in first, but he’d tell you the exact opposite.
I kiss him tenderly like I’m the saint, and go figure, he full-bodies the kiss like he’s the sinner. Meaning, he pulls our builds even closer together while our mouths meld deeper.
Damn.
I step him towards the back of the store, and he wrestles for the lead and spins me into a shelf—shit. My shoulder blades knock into a tower of Moon Pies, and they start falling onto the linoleum floor.
We tear apart, and I push the Moon Pie box back on the shelf while Maximoff picks up the fallen packages.
I eye the old man at the cash register. He lets out a long snore. Not waking. Even if he did, I doubt he’s in touch with celebrity news.
I peel the sticker off the red apple, and Maximoff fixes his disheveled hair. He also keeps licking his lips, like he still feels me on them.
Our eyes meet, and he asks, “Did my mom talk to you?”