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And nearly a year ago, her boss offered me a job bartending there, and she’s been on my ass to take it ever since. I could make more than enough to support myself, after all, and maybe not have to take out so many student loans, either. A few years and that’s it, she’d said. I’d be out.
But I know bartending is just the job her boss gets girls to take while he works them over to get them to start dancing on stage.
And I’m not doing that. I’m not watching my sister do that every night, either.
My body is private. It’s personal to me and whom I want to show it to. I’ll stay at Grounders, thank you.
“I’m fine where I am,” I tell her. “I got this.”
She sighs. “Alright,” she says, giving up for now. “Just be prepared if this doesn’t work out, okay?”
This, meaning Cole and me living in his father’s house.
I move around her to pull some lemonade out of the fridge and suddenly hear the low rumble of an engine growing closer. I stop, peering toward the window, and see the corner of a black truck pull into the driveway. The same ’71 Chevy Cheyenne I rode in after the movie the other night to get Cole at the police station.
My heart thumps in my chest, but I ignore it and quickly close the fridge.
“His father’s home,” I tell her, grabbing her purse on the counter and shoving it at her. “You need to go.”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t my house,” I bite out, pushing her toward the laundry room and the back door. “At least let me wait a week before I impose on his space with all my friends.”
“I’m your sister.”
I hear a car door slam.
I keep pushing her out toward the back, but she’s digging in her heels. “And you better keep me posted,” she says. “I’m not letting you let some beer-bellied, middle-aged pervert who was only too happy to let a hot pair of teenage thighs move into his house start demanding a little extra from his new tenant.”
“Shut up.” But I can’t help laughing a little.
Yeah, he’s not beer-bellied, middle-aged, or a pervert. I don’t think, anyway.
She turns around, jabbing me in the stomach playfully and lowering her voice to a deep, husky tone. “Come on, honey.” She squirms up to me, trying to wrap her arms around me seductively. “Time to work off your rent, baby.”
“Shut up!” I whisper-yell, laughing and trying to nudge her out of the kitchen. “God, you’re embarrassing. Get out!”
“Don’t be scared,” she continues, pretending she’s some creepy old guy as she slobbers up her lips and tries to get a kiss from me. “Little girls take care of their daddies.”
And she mock thrusts into me, jutting out what beer belly she can muster with her twenty-two-inch waist.
“Stop it!” I plead, flaming with embarrassment.
She paws me up and down my hips, smiling as I try to shove her out of the kitchen.
But then she stops suddenly, her face falling and her eyes focused on something—or someone—behind me.
I close my eyes for a moment. Great.
Turning around, I see Cole’s father standing in the entryway between the living room and the kitchen, paused and staring at us. Heat rises up my neck at the sight of him again.
I hear my sister suck in a breath, and I move away from her, clearing my throat. I don’t think he heard anything. At least, I hope not.
His eyes dart between us and finally come to rest on me. His short hair is just a little messy, and I can see the sweat from his workday still dampening the sides, and the five-o’clock shadow coming in across his jaw. Black marks scuff his forearms, and the tendons in his tanned hands flex as he grips his tool belt and lunch container.
He inhales a deep breath and moves forward, setting his things on the island. “All moved in?” he asks me, running a hand through his hair.
I nod. “Yeah,” I blurt out. “I mean, yes.”
