Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I snorted at the gleeful look on her face.
“Both of our bedrooms are upstairs, genius,” I replied.
“Uh huh.”
“We’re leaving.”
“Where are you going?” she asked nosily.
“Baby,” Draco said to her in amusement.
“We’re going to get Bishop some super spectacular bedding for his new bedroom furniture,” I replied.
“Ooh, I wanna go,” she said happily. She looked at Draco. “You want to?”
Draco looked like he’d rather go to the dentist for a root canal.
“Or you two could go?” Bishop said from the stair behind me.
“Nice try,” I replied without even looking at him.
“Yeah,” Draco said with a sigh. “Sure, I’ll go.”
“Honeymoon’s over, pal,” I told him, practically skipping down the stairs to pat him consolingly on the shoulder.
“I really want to get some canisters for the kitchen,” Kara said as I put on my shoes. “And maybe some towels or something.”
“Ceecee said we should have a housewarming party,” I replied.
“Oh, that would be fun!”
“Look at you, out and doing shit.” I glanced at Bishop. “Before Draco got out, she was a hermit.”
“I wasn’t a hermit,” Kara argued.
“Shut-in, then.”
“Ignore her,” Kara said to Bishop. “She just can’t understand why anyone would ever want to spend time by themselves.”
“It’s boring,” I said defensively. “Why you’d want to just sit around by yourself is beyond me.”
“Obviously,” Kara said as Draco waved us out the door. “Let’s take my Jeep. Your car is too small.”
“Fine with me,” I said happily. “Shotgun!”
“I’m drivin’,” Draco said dryly.
“I don’t care. Shotgun!”
“If you think I’m riding in the back, you’re out of your mind,” Kara said, racing me to the Jeep. As we reached the passenger door she used her hip to bump me out of the way.
“This never stops, man,” Draco said to Bishop.
“I’ve noticed,” Bishop replied calmly.
“Fine,” I said with a huff, reaching for the back door handle. “I’ll sit in the back.”
Bishop smiled at me as he climbed in the other side.
“My legs are way longer than yours,” Kara said, continuing the argument. “You’re more comfortable back there.”
“If we’re going by height then Bishop should be in the front seat,” I replied.
“I’m cool back here,” Bishop interrupted.
I shushed him. “Let the adults talk.”
Draco laughed.
“I’m sorry, Bishop,” Kara said, turning to look at him. “You can have the front on the way back.”
“I have seniority,” I complained. “I should get the front.”
“Stop bitchin’ and sit still for once,” Draco ordered as he drove the Jeep onto the road.
I sat quietly for a few minutes, but just as Kara reached out to turn on the radio, I leaned forward in my seat.
“Are we there yet?”
Chapter 6
Bishop
“This place is discount paradise,” Charlie informed me, winding her arm through mine as we walked through the parking lot of a strip mall. “We’ll find you some boss ass sheets here. Maybe even a comforter.”
“Sounds good,” I replied, letting her lead me into the store. “They don’t need to be anything fancy.”
“Not fancy,” she confirmed. “But nice. High thread count.”
“Alright.” I had no idea what she was fucking talking about.
“High thread count makes them soft,” she said with a laugh. “And having nice sheets means you don’t have to replace them all the time. They last.”
I had a feeling that my interpretation of nice stuff was different than Charlie’s. That’s why I’d asked her to help in the first place—well, one of the reasons. If things went well, I wanted her comfortable in my bed… I’d also just wanted to hang with her and having her help me set up my room seemed like a logical excuse.
Both the women grabbed shopping carts while me and Draco naturally fell into place behind them.
“I blame you for this,” Draco grumbled, his expression already slack with boredom.
“I just asked her to help me find bedding,” I replied. “I didn’t realize she’d drag you two along.”
“Uh huh,” he said knowingly.
“Your grandparents hooked me up,” I said. “They just gave me an entire bedroom set.”
“Wouldn’t take no for an answer?”
“Pretty much.”
“They like you,” he said simply. “If they weren’t usin’ it, they were probably glad it was goin’ to someone they knew.”
“It’s nice shit,” I argued. “They coulda sold it.”
“You offered to buy it, didn’t you?” Draco asked in amusement.
“Well, yeah.”
“Sure that went over like a fart in church.”
“That’s a pretty accurate analogy,” I replied dryly.
“Little tip,” he said as we followed the women into the home section of the store. “Someone gives you somethin’ just say thank you.”
“That’s what Charlie said.”
“For once, she’s not wrong.”
“You bite your tongue,” Charlie said, turning her head to glare at Draco. “I’m never wrong.”
“Let’s start in the bedding,” Kara said, oblivious or ignoring the argument brewing.
“What colors are you thinking?” Charlie asked me as we reached an entire aisle of nothing but sheets.
I looked at her blankly.
“Right,” she said, trying and failing to hold back a smile. “Stick with me, kid. We’ll figure it out.”