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“I don’t believe it,”my cousin, Lindsay, sneers after cornering me in the restroom.
I hit the cousin jackpot because Lindsay is just as evil as Faye. They’re cousin besties. At least with Faye, I only have to see her here. Lindsay lives in Blue Beech. She’s two years younger than me and gorgeous, but her attitude makes her hideous. I do my best to avoid her. Some people love living in a small town because their family is there.
Me? Not so much.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents and sister.
And my grams—minus the whole constantly-asking-why-I’m-single thing.
That’s pretty much it.
“What are you talking about?” I ask even though I have an inkling where this is going.
“I don’t believe you aredatingRex,” she practically snarls. “Unless it’s been for, like, ten minutes, you’re lying. He was having sleepovers with my roommate recently.” She tilts her head to the side, a phony smile working over her lips. “There wasnomention of a girlfriend.”
Ugh. I have to deal with this before they’ve even delivered brunch to the table?
“It’s new,” I answer, proud of how relaxed I sound. “I know all about his past sleepovers with your roomie. It wastwice,five months ago, when we weren’t dating.” I tilt my head to the side, imitating her earlier position.
She snorts. “Whatever. Everyone knows Rex will do anything for you, like, say,pretendto be your boyfriend because you can’t get one yourself.”
It’s not that Ican’tget a boyfriend. Guys ask me out, but they’re never anyone I see myself sharing a future with.
Why waste my time?
I clench my fists.My parents can’t ground me for smacking chicks now.
“Piss off,” I snarl. “Go back to the guy you’re playing side-chick with while he shares a bed with his wife every night.”
Normally, I’m not a snotty bitch, but my cousins bring out the best in me.
I push past her, leave the restroom, and order a mimosa as soon as I sit down.
Time to get buzzed in celebration of Faye’s love.
10
Rex
I squeezeCarolina’s thigh in an attempt to stop her laughter—or at least calm it down—and I tilt my head down to whisper in her ear, “Carolina.”
She snorts between laughs. “They seriously didnotjust call each other their pet names in their vows.” She shoves her face into my neck to mask her giggles. “I can’t. Oh my God, I can’t.”
“Shh …” I repeat.
Scowls turn in our direction.
“Andterrible pet names at that,” she adds.
Goose bumps rise along my skin when her wet lips brush against my neck.
“Do me a favor.” She draws back to peek up at me. “If you ever hear me call a boyfriend Tubba Wubba, I give you permission to drown me in your parents’ pool.”
It’s a struggle to hold back my chuckles. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
Disapproving looks come from the people in our row, and I reply with an apologetic one.
