Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Devorah chuckled. “Nah. Colt ‘accidently’ singed the seat. Crow had no choice but to replace it. Although the new one isn’t much better. It has built-in speakers, a place to hold the remote control, and an icebox for his cans.”
“He doesn’t drink Colt’s brew?”
“Ha! Are you kidding? Crow doesn’t even drink milk or watch what he eats, and don’t even think about asking if he takes vitamins. If it doesn’t come out of a silver can, the deep fryer, or the grease trap down the street, it’s not for him.”
“Hey, I happen to like the grease trap down the street.”
Devy did as well. Waiting tables at the Nest was her first job. She worked there from spring until school started again, and then she went back to cheerleading.
“Do you remember when we got caught making out in the bathroom?”
“Hey, are you almost done?” Hayden asked as he sat down at the counter. Devorah rested her elbows on the Formica top, chipped from years of abuse, and batted her long, thickly-coated-with-mascara eyelashes at him. She wanted to be his girlfriend, but he hadn’t or wouldn’t ask her out—at least not recently—because of her brother. Some stupid bro code. She should’ve taken Hayden up on the offer back in middle school.
“Yeah. Do you want something?”
Hayden eyed the back, where the grill was. Dev followed his gaze, looked back at him, and mouthed, “Bathroom?”
He smiled brightly, and she rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. They made out. A lot. Like, more than any of her friends did with their boyfriends. It was fun, being secretive and sneaky. The other day, she’d let him touch her boob, over her shirt. She teased him by saying he could touch the real thing if he asked her to be his girlfriend. Dev didn’t like giving him an ultimatum, but he was leaving for college soon, and she wanted everyone to know Hayden was finally hers.
Not that her father would ever let her go visit. Hayden was going to Idaho for school.
Wherever that was.
Devorah pushed away from the counter. She went into the back, told the head cook she was now off the clock, and punched out. In the break room, she grabbed her purse, took her apron off, and stuffed it in her bag.
As she came out, she met Hayden in the wood-paneled hall. He rushed them into the bathroom and closed the door behind Devorah.
“Did you lock it?”
“Yeah,” he said as he picked her up and set her down on the edge of the sink. He stood between her legs, pushed her work dress up, and pressed his hard-on into her.
“Hayden,” she gasped and dug her fingers into the back of his neck as he ground against her.
“Is this okay?”
She thought about saying no but nodded. This was something new for them, and she liked it.
“I can make you feel good, Devorah.”
“Not until I’m your girlfriend.”
“Okay, baby,” he said as his lips pressed into hers. Hayden moved his hips enough to send hot waves of ecstasy through Devorah. She knew exactly how classmates ended up in compromising situations. Their teenage bodies were traitors. They want, want, want, the consequences be damned.
“Oh, God, Hayden. I think . . . I don’t know . . .”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hayden and Devorah broke apart, both panting heavily.
“Who’s in there?”
“Shit,” Dev said as she stood and pulled her uniform down.
Hayden waited until Devorah nodded, and then he opened the door quickly, startling the person on the other side. She was one of the new girls, in Oyster Bay for the summer to make money. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open at the sight of them. There was no mistaking what Hayden and Dev had been doing in the bathroom with the door locked.
“I’m telling your dad,” the newcomer said. It took no one any time to figure out Devorah was the sheriff’s daughter. Most of the people thought they could tell her what to do or scare her by tattling. What they didn’t know was that Dev didn’t care. She welcomed a conversation between her and Crow, one that would never happen—he’d rather go out and look for unruly juveniles than talk to his daughter.
Devorah rolled her eyes and adjusted her dress for good measure. If her coworker—whose name she hadn’t bothered to remember—wanted to run to Sheriff Crow, then she was going to give her something good to say.
“Tell him.”
“I can’t believe you were having sex in here,” she seethed as she pointed into the bathroom.
“Don’t be jealous.” Dev reached for Hayden’s arm and followed him out of the diner. He opened his car door for her. She got in, knowing he’d drive them out of town to finish what they’d started.
At least, she hoped so.
Devorah’s cheeks flushed red at the memory of her first-ever orgasm. It was unexpected and something she didn’t really understand until she talked to Laila about it later. “What was her name? The woman that caught us?”