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“What part of no interruptions was confusing?” Maddox yells out from behind me on a laugh.
“Shut up and go to the garage. I’ll be there in a minute. Got band shit to do in case I get sick of listening to you and take my ass back to California next hitch in.”
His laughter doesn’t die down at all; if anything, it gets louder. As I walk through the doorway into the kitchen, I smile, completely at peace with my friends for the first time in a long time, plus one. My thumbs are already typing on the keyboard.
Me:Bitch . . .
I set my phone on top of the kitchen island as I make my way to the single serve coffee maker and grab a k-cup from the carousel, putting it in. My phone chimes as I grab a mug and place it under the spout. I turn it on, then pick up my phone as it preheats to make a cup of coffee.
Mine:LOL! Good morning.
I type back my response.
Me:I thought we had a mutual understanding about this leaving while I’m asleep shit.
The smell of coffee invades my nostrils, fully waking me up.
Mine:I knew you’d have questions. Or want to come. This is something I needed to do without you distracting me.
“Pfft.”
Me:You act like I’m stuck up your ass.
A blushing emoji comes through.
Mine:You would be if I’d let you!
Visuals are playing in my head. She knows I want to shove my dick in there. All I’ve gotten in is a finger.
Me:Careful. You make me hard and I’m coming to find you.
Mine:Go have boy time. I’ll see you later?
Me:Ok.
I shove my phone in my pocket, somewhat agitated over her being short. It’s not like I knew she was leaving. What the hell is she up to? As hot as she is and as girly as she appears, she isn’t really into doing ‘girly’ stuff on the regular. I’ve noticed since staying in California that she basically picks one day and knocks out all her girl shit at once, like her hair, nails, waxing . . . all while I’m at work. She only tans once a week. She rarely shops. When I’m home, she wants to do stuff I like to do. She’s fun.
I grab my mug off the coffee maker and bring it to my lips, blowing for a second before taking a sip. My back falls against the counter’s edge. Footsteps sound toward Konnor and Presley’s section of the house. I glance at the opening to their hall when it gets closer.
Presley comes in and sits at the bar in an oversized tee shirt with dark circles under her eyes like she’s barely slept. Her hair is in some messy pile on top like it hasn’t seen a brush in a while. “You look like shit,” I tell her.
She stares at me, her expression tired, but she smiles anyway. “One thing I can always count on with you is honesty.”
“No reason to lie. New moms aren’t supposed to have it all together unless they’re shitty mothers. It’s not about you, it’s about her. By the looks of you, you’ve figured that out.”
“You’re very insightful to have pretended to be such a dick. You may fool a lot of people, Landon Scott, but you don’t fool me.”
I bring the rim of the cup to my mouth to hide my smile, admitting to nothing. “You liked me so much you decided to make me part of the family, huh?”
As if that livened her up, she grins. “Is that a confession?”
“It’s no secret that I like what your sister has going on. Speaking of, what the hell is she doing today?”
Her brows dip. “No clue. Is she not here?”
“No. Apparently her and Gabby are off gallivanting somewhere doing super-secret things.”
“I haven’t seen her, but who knows with Paxtyn. When she has something in her head, she does it, regardless of consequences, and the likelihood of you guessing what it is, is slim.”
