Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She shrugs like it’s no damn big deal. “I’m telling you, we can get away.”
“Don’t think about it, sweetheart,” the cop calls out, his equipment jangling as he closes the distance to us. He’s holding his Taser out toward us, and I give Kenni a pointed look.
“Put your hands up.” She waves me off, and I moan more to myself than anything. “Your daddy is going to kill me.”
Kenni rolls her eyes. “He won’t even find out.”
“Kenleigh Colburn, is that you?”
Fuck. My. Life.
Kenni grimaces as she looks back at me with a gleam in her big blues. I swear if she weren’t the girl of my dreams, I’d throttle her. She flutters her lashes before giving the cop her best church-girl pose. She positions her arms in front of her body, making a steeple with her hands before angling her head to the side all shyly. With her voice sweet as sugar, she says, “It is. You must know my daddy.”
“I sure do, honey,” he says, shaking his head as he stops before us. He’s an older guy, gray hair in his beard, and he’s a bit overweight, but his eyes tell me he’s sharp. “Please don’t tell me you were out at that party and running from the cops?”
Kenni covers her chest with her hands, feigning innocence. “Me? Never. I was taking a stroll with my guy here.”
She flutters her lashes once more, and I can’t even enjoy the fact that she called me her guy. Instead, I just gawk at her. She thought that was the lie to go with? She’s not dressed for a stroll. No, she’s dressed for a damn twerk-out frat party.
I’m going to kill my sister.
I inhale deeply as the cop looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “You taking advantage of this sweet girl?”
“Absolutely not, sir. We grew up together. I came up from Thistlebrook to get her from our sisters, who go to UT, and we saw the field. We only have mountains where we’re from, so we thought it’d be cool to see if there really are children in the corn.”
He blinks, and Kenni covers her mouth to keep in her laughter. I don’t blink. I don’t even move as I keep my eyes on him.
When he asks, “Y’all been drinking?” I’m already shaking my head. But my accomplice hiccups, then burps before gagging on whatever the hell came up.
My eyes fall shut as I pray for divine intervention.
The cop’s eyes narrow even more before he claps his hands. “All right, turn around.”
Then he cuffs us and takes us to the back of his cop car.
As he calls her dad, who will definitely call mine, I lean back in the seat, cursing the three girls who insist on making my life hard. I really don’t need this before I leave for college, but I shouldn’t be surprised when it comes to the trio that just can’t act right when they’re together. I’ve been getting them out of trouble for as long as they’ve been able to get into it. I don’t know what they’re gonna do when I’m all the way in Minnesota, but that’s not my problem.
Who am I kidding? If she called, I’d come.
Silence stretches in the car as I move to alleviate some of the pressure from my arms behind my back. I try not to drink in the sight of Kenni’s thick thighs, but it’s hard, especially when she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, probably trying to get comfortable.
I’d like to say this is my first time in the back of a cop car, but it isn’t. A few summers back, the girls convinced me to break in to an old rock quarry about an hour away. We were having a blast exploring until we got caught. Missy and Sadie jumped into the quarry to get away, and before I knew what was happening, Kenni grabbed my hand before we jumped too.
We thought we could get away once we swam to the edge where Sadie’s truck was, but what we didn’t know was that another set of cops was waiting for us.
I never learned my lesson.
“Do you remember when Sadie made you kiss me?”
Her voice is small, surprising me as I open my eyes and turn my head to look at her. She’s leaning on the back seat too, the blue of the lights making her eyes seem even bluer. Her cheeks are full, her jaw slender and sharp. She has these dimples that can bring me to my knees and the cutest little dip in her chin. The lights give her an ethereal look, and it makes my chest hurt. I don’t know why it’s killing me to leave her, when I doubt she cares that she’s leaving me.
We’ve never been anything to each other.
I’m Sadie’s brother, and that’s it.