Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I know. But I like clinging to you like a monkey,” I teased.
He didn’t say anything to that, and I was wondering if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
But then he started the bike, I saw a smile on his face as he turned to check behind him before pulling out of the driveway.
I waved at Jennifer, who was on the front porch watching us.
She scowled at me, and I clung to Mig tighter, thankful that it was not me watching from the front porch this time.
The ride to my mother’s was quick, and I was surprised to see my mom and sister on the front porch, drinking a cup of coffee.
I dismounted before Mig could, then tugged my helmet off as I hurried up the sidewalk.
“Those are my cookies!” I yelled at my betraying sister.
My sister smiled and took another bite of the cookie.
I snatched it away, shoving it in my mouth as I ran inside.
Tasha was quick on my heels, and I knew she’d catch up to me any moment.
She had longer legs than I did, so I had to resort to drastic measures.
Which was why I slammed the door in her face, then locked it.
She pounded on the door for long seconds before it abruptly stopped.
I hurried to the garage door and locked it, too.
Tasha showed up once I threw the dead bolt.
Her eyes narrowed, and I grinned.
She looked over to the window that was open on the opposite side of the room, and I took off at the same time she did.
She only had to run around the house.
I had to run down a hallway, scoot around the bar, and then go down another hallway to get to the open window.
It was a weird set up, and I blamed my parents for buying such a stupid house.
Knowing when to throw in the towel, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my plate of cookies, laughing when I heard my sister curse as she fell to her hands and knees on the opposite side of the house.
I walked calmly through the family room and then walked back outside with my plate of cookies in one hand and a bottle of Fanta in the other.
My dad drank Fanta.
It wasn’t my favorite, but it was what they had.
So I took it.
I gracefully took the seat that my sister had been previously occupying.
I saw my sister’s coffee and helped myself to a large gulp before shoving half a cookie in my mouth.
Then, for good measure, I licked every single one of the seven cookies on the plate, making sure to leave a generous amount of spit on them, before I took another gulp of coffee.
Only then did I look up to see my sister, mother and Mig watching me like I was crazy.
“What?” I asked.
Mig’s lips twitched before giving in to the first smile I’d seen on his face today.
“That’s just disgusting,” Tasha grumbled, sitting down on the steps next to where Mig was standing.
“Mom, did you meet Mig?” I asked around a mouthful of cookie.
My mother nodded.
“Yes, I did,” she said.
My mother was all of five feet tall and curvy.
Today, she looked like she hadn’t bothered to finish getting dressed.
Her hair was still up in the bun that she normally slept in every night.
She was still wearing her nightgown, along with a robe, and her favorite pair of house slippers.
“Why aren’t you dressed? It’s nearly ten in the morning,” I asked.
My mother shrugged.
“I was going to go take a nap since your father will be gone fishing all day. You said you weren’t sure if you would be able to make it before you left, so I didn’t see any reason to get dressed,” she said. “Then your sister came over to tell me you fell and banged up your face. So, here I am wondering why my daughter did not tell me what happened to her when I was on the phone telling her about a nightmare I had about her getting hurt?”
“Oops,” I said, shoving a cookie into my mouth. “And how does Tasha know anyway? I didn’t tell her.”
Tasha smiled deviously. “I have a new friend.”
I raised a brow at her.
“Who?” I asked.
She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of Casten.
My mouth dropped open.
“No!” I said loudly. “You can’t have him, he’s mine.”
Tasha narrowed her eyes.
“You have Mig; you can’t have Casten, too,” she said stubbornly.
“But he belongs to Mig! You’ll ruin him, and Mig will lose his best friend!” I said.
I wasn’t exactly sure if that was true, but it sounded good.
Tasha did have a way of burning people out, though.
She was fun and flirty, but she was also flighty and definitely the love ‘em and leave ‘em type.
It really wasn’t because she wanted to break innocent men’s hearts but because she seriously couldn’t help it.