Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” I ordered, skipping pleasantries.
I’d tell her how good it was to see her when we weren’t in a fucking bar.
Quinn pulled her lips between her teeth after hearing me, blinked through wide eyes, and then quickly moved forward. She knew I wasn’t playing around.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here by yourself? Aren’t you stayin’ with Chante?” I asked when we made it outside. She always crashed with Chante, her ex, when she came to town.
“She’s working,” Quinn replied from next to me. “And I wanted to get a drink.”
“You couldn’t wait ’til she got off?”
“Jesus, Jamie. Ease up a little,” Tori said from behind me. “She just wanted to go out and get a drink.”
I stopped sharp on the pavement, causing Tori to bump into my back.
“What—”
“Not that this matters, ’cause either way I’d have a problem with it, but she ain’t here to get a drink. She’s here lookin’ to get laid,” I argued after twisting around.
Tori shifted her eyes between Quinn and myself.
“Jamie,” she whispered, sounding appalled as she looked up at me. “Why would you say that?”
“’Cause it’s true.”
“It’s rude is what it is.”
“Oh, it’s okay. He’s right,” Quinn informed her. “I was drinking but I was also hoping to pick someone up. I’m on vacation. Gotta live a little.”
“Oh.” Tori blinked, then she shifted her eyes between the two of us again, settling on me. “Well, it was still a rude thing to say,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
Her eyes hardened. “That’s pretty rude, too. I’m beginning to see a pattern.”
Jesus. Always with the attitude. I didn’t need this shit right now.
“Babe, appreciate what you did in there, straight up, but you need to stay outta this,” I told her. “She’s my sister. If I gotta problem with somethin’ she does, I’m expressin’ that problem. I’m not gonna sugarcoat shit to spare feelings. That’s not how I operate.”
“What’s wrong with her going out to meet someone?”
“Nothin’, as long as she’s got eyes on her in case shit goes south, which is the whole fuckin’ reason why we’re here. You forgettin’ that?”
Her lips pressed together. I watched her agitation slip away.
Tori had forgotten why I’d dragged her out here in the first place, but she was appearing to remember now and maybe even understanding my reaction.
Seeing that and not feeling the need to argue further, I turned to Quinn.
“You shouldn’t be coming to places like this by yourself lookin’ for ass. Bring a wingman next time,” I ordered.
Quinn chuckled. “I don’t have a wingman.” She leaned back to peer around me and flashed a smile. “Can I have yours?”
My eyes narrowed. Quinn saw it.
“Or not,” she quickly added on a shrug, straightening up.
“I’m not his,” Tori threw out, not wasting time squashing that remark.
I sliced my eyes to hers.
Her brow furrowed. “What? I’m not,” she stated, as if it was crazy for anyone to assume any different.
“I’m thinking he’s in disagreement with you on that,” Quinn offered, laughing a little. “Wait. What does he call you again?”
“Legs.”
“Huh.” She paused. “Wait a minute. Legs.” Quinn glanced at me and then looked back at Tori, raising her finger to point. “Aren’t you the girl who ran him over?”
Tori’s face burned hot and contorted with rage.
Shit.
Forgot I told Quinn about that when she called and said she was coming to visit. Legs was now back to looking pissy.
I didn’t want that. Especially since I planned on sharing a meal with her when we got back to her place and wasn’t in the mood to fight my way inside.
Time to clear the air.
“I may have been exaggerating when I said that,” I confessed, looking at Quinn and watching her shake her head disapprovingly while fighting a smile. I met Tori’s eyes again. “Though contact was made. You did hit me.”
“Barely,” she snapped, bringing her hands to her hips. “And I apologized immediately for it. God, what else do you want?”
A smile pulled across my lips.
Tori’s eyes lowered to my mouth, then quickly cut away. “Forget I asked,” she mumbled.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.
Tugging the car keys out of my pocket, I directed my sister toward the Volvo and hung back to walk with Legs.
“Didn’t say shit to anyone else about it,” I informed her, reading her mind and figuring she’d think that.
Tori gave me a sideways glance. “Fine,” she replied. Her voice was unbothered, but I knew better.
Layers of bullshit. This was just another layer.
We reached the car and piled in.
Quinn talked up Tori the entire ride to Chante’s house, asking her questions and handing over information Tori didn’t ask for, just giving it because Quinn liked her and thought she was cool for putting on that performance back at Hammerjacks. She was talking fast and easy, oversharing a little, which Tori didn’t seem to mind. Legs paid attention, glancing in the back frequently, and commented when Quinn would take a second to breathe.