Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
We placed our orders for three sundaes and I watched as she walked away. It was hard not to, she wore those jeans like a second layer of skin. I noticed others noticing too and felt my blood heat up. “Easy Matt, not yet.” I looked over at my brother who was studying me like one of his third grade science projects. “What do you mean?” He rolled his eyes and looked at the table of jocks that were sitting across from us. They looked like college boys from the city not too far away, probably here for the beaches. There were some nice surfing currents around these parts this time of year and the surfers came down in droves. I could see them checking out her ass and I wanted to walk over there and plant my fists in their faces. Josh’s warning had me sitting back and playing it cool.
“Kill the dead lights Mattie, you’d scare the poor girl away.” Carrie grinned over at me. I hadn’t even realized I was scowling until she pointed it out. Was this some sort of family curse? I remember Joshua acting this same way when he first laid eyes on Carrie. He was nuts. I hope not because as bad as he was I’m a hundred percent sure I’m worse. Maybe I should ask dad if it was the same with him and mom. And what the fuck are you thinking? You don’t know this girl. Your life isn’t fucked up enough without you getting involved with some female who obviously had a suitcase worth of bullshit written all over her? If I ever do go down that path again it will be with some unassuming little virgin who didn’t know the first thing about trouble. Not some tattooed sexpot who looked like sin and made my dick come out of hiding.
One of the guys at the table called her over by name and she went to him, leaning over to hear him better. “Easy, take it easy Matt.” I looked at Josh who had his hand on my arm holding me in the seat that I hadn’t been aware of getting up from. I looked back at her and the asshole and was pleased to see that she didn’t look too happy that he was here either. Good, she might’ve just saved him from an ass whipping.
Chapter 8
KADYN
I can feel Matthew staring holes in my back as I walk away from Dan’s table. What’s his problem anyway? One minute he’s growling and snarling at me, and the next he acts like he owns me. I guess I should feel just a little wary after the shit I’d been through in the last couple of years but somehow I don’t. I don’t get the feeling that he’d hurt me. Though what he wanted from me I wasn’t sure.
That day on the street he seemed to be more annoyed by my reaction than upset at me. It’s very confusing either way. I didn’t want to get involved with anyone for any reason. I just want to stay here with my head down, hidden away from the drama. Seeing him made me want things I know I can never have, and his actions only made things worst.
I’d met Dan one of the rare times I’d visited dad a few years ago, and though we didn’t keep in touch as often in the last few years we still said hi on Facebook and twitter. He has no idea of what’s been going on in my life back home and I didn’t plan on sharing. But it was nice to have a semi friend close by since I’d left everyone behind.
He and his buddies were getting a little rowdy when I walked from behind the counter with the tray of sundaes but I ignored them. Boys will be boys I guess. I tried not to look at Matthew as I approached the table, but like always my eyes were drawn to him. My tummy was beginning to do that crazy churning thing it does when he’s around and the tray shook just a little in my hands.
“Here you are guys, three sundaes with the works.” I placed one in front of each of them as Matthew bore holes in the side of my face with his eyes. I finally had the nerve to look at him head on and the look in his eyes had me taking a step back.
“Who is he?”
I swallowed as I looked at him; he looked pissed but was trying to hide it.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The guy that had his hands all over you who is he?”
I looked at the other two occupants at the table who seemed unaware of the drama unfolding right in front of them.
“He’s a friend.”
I’m not sure what he thought of my answer because the tick in his cheek didn’t go away and he was still glaring. I turned and walked away as I heard the bell over the door jingle and more customers walked in. For whatever reason I found myself avoiding Dan’s table as I walked by.