AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Get in,” I tell them.
“Get where?” the one with the atrocious shoes asks.
Before she and the other have a chance to refuse, Adrián opens the back door of my car without thinking twice. I put it in first, ready to drive up the hill, but seconds pass and no one takes the passenger seat. I turn back to see the three of them sitting oh-so-comfortable-and-so-together in the back seat. Fuck.
“I’m not a taxi driver.”
“What?” the Boston Duo asks in unison.
“I said, I’m not a fucking taxi driver. Come over here,” I tell Priscila with a wave of my hand.
She gets out of the car and gets back in, this time in the passenger seat. I give a silent sigh and start off. And once again, her fragrance fills my car completely; I’d forgotten it. How could she smell the same after four years? I keep the window open to let her scent disperse and we remain quiet until Adrián breaks the silence. I thought he’d fallen asleep; looking at him through the rearview mirror, I can see he does indeed have his eyes closed.
“Pris?” he says.
“Yes?”
“I think I’ve done something you’re not going to like.”
“When?”
“Recently.”
“From one to ten?” she asks him.
I remember that. Adrián and Priscila have always measured their most controversial acts by rating them from one to ten.
“Eight. Almost nine.”
“Hmm... That’s pretty high. Are you friends with Alex too? Is that what it is?”
“God, no! I’d rather be dead.”
“Thank you,” I say, full of sarcasm.
“Bite me.”
If I’d been given a penny for each time I heard that from Adrián, I’d already be a billionaire. He’s always been the most assholey of the Cabanas. The one I got along with worst, since we were kids.
“Whenever you want,” I answer.
Adrián looks at me with disgust; I give him a satisfied smile in response.
“What the hell are you looking at?” my brother-in-law asks the one sitting next to him.
“You’re hot even completely wasted.”
Adrián looks at his sister and draws himself up a bit.
“Tell your friend to stop flirting with me, it’s not going to happen. I’m straight.”
Wait. What?
“I wasn’t flirting,” the asshole says in defense. “I was just stating a fact. If I’d been flirting, you’d have known it, trust me. Right, Pris?
“Stop flirting with my brother,” she replies without blinking.
“You’re such a buzzkill.”
