Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
She frowned, setting the bag of chips on the counter. “You’re treating me like a child.”
“I’m having a discussion with you. If you can’t discuss things, then you’re acting like a child.”
She deflated. “So it’s just sex.”
I rested my hands on my hips and dropped my head. “How do I explain this? When I was recruited to play football in college, the scouts didn’t look at me and think I was ready to join the team and be their starter. They saw potential and knew I would get better with time. So they took a chance on me, knowing I would make many mistakes, but those mistakes would only make me better. And they wanted me to be with them when I reached that point.”
Eve returned a blank stare.
“It’s not just the sex, Eve. I like being with you. And I can imagine—envision—that as you mature and spread your wings, you’ll shine even brighter. So I don’t know anything for sure. I can’t predict the future, but I can imagine. And that’s all we can be right now. A possibility.”
Most of the time, Eve surprised me with her maturity, especially with Josh. I never would have acted on the physical attraction had she not been mature in other ways first. But I never imagined having sex would make her more insecure and immature.
“Just …” She shook her head. “Don’t treat me like a child.”
“Then don’t act like one,” I said. Perhaps I had my own maturity issues. I needed to brush up on my verbal restraint.
The muscles in her jaw flexed. Then she glanced at her watch and shrugged. “I have to get home before my curfew because I’m a child. Good night, Mr. Collins.” She brushed past me.
I had to restrain my grin. Eve was a fiery individual, and I loved that about her because I was pretty fiery at her age, too. Had we been the same age and met ten years earlier, we would have burned down the town and ourselves with it.
Our age difference wasn’t unfortunate or inconvenient. It was necessary.
She hopped on one foot, then the other, pulling on her boots before she walked out the door without looking back.
Again, I tried to keep from grinning or chuckling as I followed her. She stomped along the gravel drive to where she parked by the mailbox.
I grabbed the back of her jeans, hooking my fingers into the waist to stop her.
“Hey!” Eve whipped around, and before she could say another word, I grabbed her face, grinned, and kissed her.
She resisted for less than a second.
After making my point, I released her. “Now you can go home and be mad,” I said before returning to the house.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BOB SEGER, “SHAKEDOWN”
Eve
“What happened?” Gabby asked, poking her head out of her room just as I stepped into the bathroom.
Our parents were in bed, but I knew my mom had her alarm clock set for midnight to see if I was home. It was only eleven.
I narrowed my eyes and whispered, “What are you talking about?”
With a sly grin, she slid into the bathroom with me and shut the door. “Where were you tonight?”
“Why?”
She sat on the toilet seat. “Michelle and Vicky came over, and they missed our drive, so they turned around at the end of Mr. Collins’ drive, and they saw your car parked there. Were you babysitting? Mom and Dad said you were with your friends at the movies. Why was your car there? What movie did you see?”
Kyle’s drive was the second to the last on our dead-end gravel road. My parents always turned right when leaving our house. They never had a reason to turn left, which meant they turned into our drive on their way home before reaching Kyle’s. That’s why my car was safe by the trees at the end of his drive.
I never thought my sister’s idiot friends would miss our drive and have to turn around in his.
“Well?” she prodded.
I had nothing. No good excuse. Lies usually came easy to me, but that was because I anticipated needing to lie and planned accordingly.
When I was Gabby’s age, my older sister, Sarah, confided in me about personal things that could have landed her in trouble. Eventually, everything did blow up on her, but not because of me. I kept her secret. And it made us closer than we had ever been before that.
Could Gabby be my friend and not just my sister? Having someone on the inside, helping me cover my tracks, seemed like a good thing. But I didn’t know if Gabby could keep a secret of that magnitude. She struggled to keep my last boyfriend a secret, and it wasn’t a big deal in comparison.
“Can you keep a secret?” I asked.
“Duh.”
“No. Not duh. This isn’t about me hiding alcohol by the creek or going steady with someone and not telling Mom and Dad. This is much bigger. Sarah level of big.”