This Is Crazy Read online Natasha Madison (This Is #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: This Is Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Evan

“How does this look?” Zara asks me again, walking out of the walk-in closet. This time, she’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a white shirt with a scarf the same color as my jersey.

“Much better,” I tell her. The outfit she put on before was white pants and a black see-through shirt. There was no way in fuck she was wearing that out.

“I still like the other outfit more,” she says, going back into the closet.

“You are not leaving the house in that outfit,” I shout at her, and I hear Zoe’s laughter from somewhere in the house. Having her here is an eye-opener, I knew they were close and that they shared a strong bond, but I had no idea how strong. They finish each other’s sentences, and they know what the other person is thinking just by looking at each other.

“What was wrong with that outfit?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest. “It was nice.”

“I saw your bra,” I point out to her, grabbing my belt and putting it on.

“Oh, I think I have another outfit.” She turns around and goes back in the closet. I know she is super nervous about meeting my parents, and I’m super nervous about meeting hers again. I’m also nervous about Candace. When she came over the next day, she smirked when she found out that Zara wasn’t here. I don’t know what she thought, but then she saw her jacket on the chair in the kitchen. My mother told me she will be at the Sunday lunch thing, and that she will behave. Normally, I don’t care what she does, but if she fucks with Zara, there will be a showdown no one wants to see. “What about this?” I look up to see her in black jeans now and a peach and black top that is loose and criss-crosses.

“That is nice also,” I tell her, and she just shakes her head and walks out of the room, yelling for her sister. I look at Lilo lying on the bed. “Who else is excited for Monday to be here?”

I grab the jacket to my suit and shrug it on. “Zoe said I look like a schoolteacher in this.” I walk to her.

“Beautiful, relax. Everything is going to go okay.” I try to calm her. “I have to get to the rink.”

She nods her head. “What if they hate me?” she asks, her voice soft, and I know what she is going through. “I mean, your sister had never even met me and she hated me. What if she told your mother?”

“Beautiful,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear. “My mother isn’t going to hate you, and I can bet money that once Candace gets to know you, everything will be good.”

“I just …” she starts saying, and her voice cracks. “I won’t let you be in the middle.”

“I’m not in the middle,” I tell her, knowing that I couldn't care less if they like her. I would love nothing more than my mother to love her, but if push comes to shove, I can’t let her go. “Now go put on whatever you want to wear.” She smiles. “Except that first outfit and then we can go.”

“I love you,” she says, and I kiss her lips. “I have to change.”

She spends the next five minutes changing her outfit, and when we leave, she is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with a leather jacket. Her black high-heeled booties make her legs look even longer. “Okay, I’m ready,” she says, wrapping a scarf around her neck, and we walk out to see Zoe sitting on the couch.

“Finally. I was beginning to sweat,” she says, getting up, and I inwardly groan. She is wearing tight blue jeans, lighter than Zara’s, but her shirt is white and falls off one shoulder.

“That’s my shirt,” Zara says.

“Not anymore,” I say, walking to the front door.

“I’m going to have no more clothes left,” Zara says, huffing.

“And I’m going to have a brand-new closet. I like him,” Zoe says, and I walk to the truck and open Zara’s door first and then Zoe’s. “Does he do that all the time?”

“Yes,” she huffs and kisses me right before she gets into the car.

“If you get tired of her,” Zoe says, getting into the car, “we could always date.” She winks at me, and I close the door. These two together are crazy. I get in the car and hear them laughing. “I’m just going to date him,” Zoe says to Zara who glares back at her. “I’m not going to sleep with him.”

“Zoe,” she hisses.

“What? Even though he can go five times a night, I won’t cross that line,” she says, and I look at Zara.

“You told her about that?” I ask shocked.


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