Addison reached under the bar, grabbed her pocketbook, and quickly ushered her sister out.
*
The fifteen-minute drive to her house felt like an eternity. Addison spent the entire time listening to Hannah. It was best to let her vent without interruption. And that conversation included her sister telling her about ordering a car service to Birch, which Addison would be paying her back for.Great!
Thankfully, when they arrived at the house, Hannah had calmed down a bit. But Addison wasn’t so naïve as to believe this was over. Hannah was just taking a break.
Addison made coffee, and they settled in the living room.
“Well?” Hannah raised her brows, sipping her coffee. “Let’s hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“I told you before you came that I was concerned that you were being reckless. You assured me you weren’t.” Her sister sighed. “Now, I walk in to find you hanging out with a biker gang at a strip club. What would you call it?”
“Technically, you were only in the bar.” She cocked her brow. “Which I told you I was working at. And you knew that Knox was in a motorcycle club.”
“Yeah.” She snorted. “That you told me you weren’t welcomed by.”
Addison sighed. “Things changed.”
Her sister groaned. “This is not normal.”
“No.” She clenched her jaw. “It’s notyournormal.”
Hannah squinted and turned her head. Her sister had always had strong opinions when it came to Addison. She chalked it up to being a big sister. But she wouldn’t sit here and accept Hannah’s opinion as fact.Because I don’t share it.
“Do you remember what you told me right before I left to come here?”
She shrugged. “I said a lot of things.”
“I’d finished packing, and you were trying to talk me out of coming. You said, ‘You don’t owe Knox anything.’”
“You don’t!” Hannah snapped, clearly frustrated.
“But I owe you?” Addison raised her brows, and her sister went silent. “I got a second chance. I want to do it my way.” She paused. “You get to live your life. And I get mine.”
Hannah stilled and slowly squinted. “Your vacation doesn’t seem temporary anymore.”
Addison shrugged, and her sister pouted. They’d always been close, and Addison had always thought she’d spend her life in Iowa.But life changed.
Hannah slouched in the chair. “I swear sometimes you pull this shit to get a reaction out of me.”
“I do enjoy watching you lose your shit.” Addison snickered and drank her coffee. She crossed her legs and fell into the cushions.
“Who was the guy?”
“Which one?”
Hannah’s face darkened. “The one who slapped your ass!”
“Cross.” She smirked. “And yes, I’m sleeping with him.”
Hannah scoffed. “Of course you are.”
“I mean, you saw him. Can you blame me?”
Her sister’s lips twitched. “Gotta give credit where it’s due. He certainly pulls off the mustache.”
