Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I spot Christopher looking down at his phone while I walk down the stairs toward him. “Where is my sign?” I question, and he looks up at me and glares.
“I’ve been waiting an hour for you,” he huffs before he pushes on my shoulder.
“Ouch, that hurt,” I joke with him. “Have you been hitting the gym?”
“Don’t even,” he sneers at me. “Now let’s get the car.”
“You had an hour,” I mumble, walking out with him. We’re dressed almost the same in jeans, a T-shirt, and, of course, the staple we always wear, our baseball hats backward. We walk toward the corner, and I look up. “What are we doing?”
“We have to take a shuttle bus,” he grumbles, looking at his watch. “They come every ten to fifteen minutes.” I clear my throat, trying not to laugh out loud as he hisses.
“How about I rent the car, my treat?” I offer, and his head snaps up. “I’ll even put you down as a co-driver.”
“When was the last time you ever rented a car?” Christopher asks.
“Umm.” I look up at the sky. “I think a couple of years ago when we decided to go backpacking in Europe.”
“Do you even know how to rent a car?” he asks, and I laugh.
“It’s an airport.” I stretch my arms to the sides of me. “You’re telling me they’ll be sold out of all cars?”
“Yeah,” Christopher gasps, “that’s what I’m saying.” He shakes his head and pulls out his phone. “You had one job,” he mumbles as he puts the phone to his ear. “Yeah, should we use a car service or take a cab to Gabriella’s house?” Gabriella is the only reason we’re here. She has a huge night tonight, and we have come to support her. Christopher has no choice since it’s his sister, but since we grew up together, we all feel like siblings.
“Who is that?” I whisper, and he puts his phone on speaker.
“Where are you guys?” The sound of my uncle Matthew’s voice fills the air.
I slap his arm. “Why? Why would you do that?” I hiss, pointing at the phone in his hand.
“Stone and I are at the airport,” he says as I shake my head.
“Of all people, why would you call him? I could have called Zoey,” I ask, and he presses the mute button.
“Because he knows everything,” Christopher states. “Is it better for us to get an Uber or get a car service from the airport?”
“It’s better to get an Uber,” he says. “No way can you schedule a car service now. Amateurs.” He chuckles right before he hangs up.
“You had to call him,” I hiss, pulling out my own phone. “I’ll get the Uber.” I pull up the app. “What’s her address?”
“How?” Christopher puts one hand on his hip. “How did you even get here?”
I laugh at him. “I can book a plane ticket to just about anywhere,” I inform him and check the email my cousin Gabriella sent out a month ago, inviting us to her housewarming party. “Also, I got the address,” I gloat, putting it in. “You’re welcome.”
He doesn’t say anything to me as we get into the SUV that arrives four minutes later. “Isn’t this better than renting a car, anyway?” I look over at him. “Now we don’t have to return anything.”
“Whatever,” Christopher responds as he looks down at his phone, texting someone.
We pull up to the house. “Damn.” I get out, grabbing my bag from the trunk. “This place is huge for two people.”
“You have a five-bedroom home,” Christopher points out, “and a condo in Florida, as well as a condo in Montreal and…” He lists off all my real estate properties.
“They’re called investments,” I snap. “It’s residual income.”
“Did you just try to school me because we own practically the same properties?” I don’t bother answering him. Instead, I walk up the steps to the house and walk in.
I stop when I see Gabriella and Abigail, who is her twin, with her husband, Tristan, in front of me.
“Surprise,” I say, shaking Tristan’s hand before walking over to hug Abigail. Gabriella comes over to me and gets on her tippy-toes to hug me.
“Did you come with your parents?” she asks, looking behind me to see if my parents are here.
“No.” I shake my head. “They don’t know I’m here.” I smile at her and then look over her shoulder at a girl I’ve never seen before in my life. All I can see is this woman in front of me, and my feet are moving before I even realize it. The smile stays on my face as I walk over to her. “I’m Stone, and you are?”
“Off-limits,” Romeo, Gabriella’s boyfriend, grumbles, and everyone laughs. He’s an up-and-coming actor, who has shifted his focus to producing movies. His father is one of the biggest action stars at the box office.