I glance at a silent Roman.Arms folded, he stares back at me as if to say,your call.It only pisses me off more.I’m too tired for this shit.After June left with Bryan last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how warm her lips were.How good she tasted.How pretty they’d look wrapped around my cock.
Not the fucking time, asshole.
Realizing how close I am to breaking, Cobie faces Roman again.“Please, Rome?”
His gaze falls to her.“Pips?—”
“Please?”she begs.
A twinge hits the edge of his jaw, like it did when I first entered the kitchen.“If you’re good with it, I’ll keep an eye on her,” he grumbles.
He’s caving?Seriously?
I roll my eyes, rip a quarter of the orange from the rest of the sphere, and pop it into my mouth.I’m getting too damn soft.“Anyone touches her, I’ll kill you,” I warn.
Roman’s nod is grave at best as Cobie jumps from the barstool.Rushing toward me, she wraps me in a hug, her squeals nearly bursting my eardrum.“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Don’t thank me yet,” I mutter.“I’ll let Hawke and Jagger know you’re coming, but only to spectate.Tonight’s event is going to be…” I let Cobie go and toss another piece of orange into my mouth.Chewing slowly, I finish, “This isn’t your average party.If you see anything, hear anything,anything,” I emphasize.“No, you didn’t.”
“Got it.”
“I’m serious,” I push.“Especially to Dad.Do you understand?”
She zips her mouth with an imaginary zipper.“My lips are sealed.Promise.”
Satisfied, I give her a jerky nod, then head back to my room.Fuck, maybe Daddy Dearest was onto something when he forced Cobie to stay at her boarding school because I’m pretty sure she could get away with murder, and if any of us found out, we’d ask if she needs help getting rid of the body.
25
JUNE
I’m nervous.I’m not sure why.It’s not like it’s a big deal.So, I’m at Harden Night.I’ve been to a few of them before.Some while I was casually seeing Bryan, and others when I wasn’t.So, why am I nervous, again?
“You good?”Violet asks.
My throat feels like it’s being throttled by an anaconda, and I’m a curvy girl who was forced to wear all white, but other than that?Sure.I’m right as rain.
Reading my expression, Violet smiles.“It’ll be fine.”
“Still don’t understand why they made everyone wear white,” I point out.
“If I knew, I’d tell you, but the only hint Jagger would give me is to wear something white and something I wouldn’t mind throwing away.No idea what that means, but here we are.”She pulls the keys from the ignition.“You ladies ready?”
“Hell, yeah, we are,” Lexie announces.
Violet’s eyes thin.“You still sure your brother’s okay with you coming?”
“We’re in Drift territory,” Lexie returns.
“Yeah, but we’re also in Harden territory,” Violet argues.“Maybe not literally, but this is a Harden event, Lex.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waves off Violet’s valid points like they’re nothing but pesky flies.“Even if that’s the case, he also said he’s working, which means I'm free and clear.”
“You sure?”I prod, backing up Violet’s solid arguments even if Lexie would prefer to pretend they didn’t exist.Someone has to be logical here.
Lexie twists in the passenger seat to look at me.“Yes, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, I’m positive that I’m one hundred percent fine, but I appreciate your concern.”She checks me out.“By the way, you look hot.You have nothing to worry about.”
Says the supermodel.
