Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
I let out a snicker. What’s he so pissed about anyway? Teller’s always trying to pass on his wisdom to us; it’s nothing new. “Bro, I wasn’t even there.”
He snorts in disgust.
I feel like I’m missing a few crucial pieces of information. “Wait, why did that topic even come up in conversation?”
“Never mind.” He opens his mouth, then closes it and frowns. “At least Dex put him in his place. Reminded Teller that everyone and his mother knows he didn’t handle his sister dating his best friend very well.”
Whoa. Dangerous territory we’re creeping toward. “Uh, pretty sure Teller’s over it by now.” I swallow hard, uncomfortable pointing out the parallels in our situations. “Murphy’s married to his sister. They have kids.”
His dark stare intensifies. “Molly’s too young to be worried about marriage or kids.”
So am I. Although now that he’s mentioned it, I can’t stop picturing Molly in a white dress. Carrying red roses. She’d definitely choose red or purple flowers. Maybe both.
“I never should’ve let her hang around Heidi,” he grumbles.
Christ, that’s a stupid thing to say, and hell help him if he ever says that around any of the Lost Kings. Heidi’s married to their VP, her brother’s the treasurer, and every member of the club considers her a little sister. “Molly’s a smart girl, capable of making her own decisions,” I say. “She’s not easily influenced by anyone.”
Remy steps closer, challenge sparking in his blue eyes. “You have something you want to say to me?”
I don’t flinch or move away. “I just said it.”
He stares at me.
I stare right back.
“Why are you two snarling at each other like a pair of un-neutered pit bulls?” Molly’s soft voice interrupts our matching fuck-around-and-find-out glares.
Remy breaks first, his face cracking into the warm expression he reserves for his baby sister. “Pit bull? I’m more like a big jungle cat. A panther, don’t you think?” He throws his arm over her shoulders and tugs her closer. “How was your night? I heard you came home early. Everything okay?”
“Ugh.” Molly shoots a glare at me.
I hold my hands in the air. “He already knew before I said a word.”
“Hmm.” Molly touches one finger to her chin. “Ella wouldn’t rat me out. Must’ve been Eraser.”
Remy chuckles and kisses the top of her head. “You should’ve let me know.”
“Far be it from me to stop you from carving another notch in your belt.” Molly flicks his side with her fingers and twirls out of his grasp.
The corner of Remy’s mouth turns down. Jesus, if my best friend had any feelings, I’d say Molly just sliced one in half.
Even though he all but ordered me not to date his sister five seconds ago, I’ll throw him a bone. “He actually had business to discuss at the party.”
Remy nods at me and sends a smug look Molly’s way.
Molly isn’t fooled by our bullshit. “Suuuure you did.”
“Seriously, are you okay?” Remy drops the smirky attitude. “You and Hayden have a fight or something?”
“Nothing like that.” Molly shrugs. “More people showed up than I expected, and I wasn’t feeling the vibe.”
Remy’s stare lingers on her face for a few seconds as if he thinks he’s some sort of big brother lie detector. “So, no asses need to be kicked?”
“No.” Molly’s somber tone matches her brother’s. “Nothing like that.”
I shift my gaze to Remy. Does he sense something’s off with Molly’s explanation the way I did? He meets my stare and seems to be asking a similar question. I slightly shake my head and lift one shoulder.
“Thanks for sticking around, Griff.” Molly’s raspy voice reminds me too much of our conversation in the dark last night.
“No problem.” If I turn my head and get sucked into her big, blue eyes, I’ll be done. Remy will know everything.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Molly
After the weekend I had, school seems rather mundane. Every day, the panic of looming graduation and the unknown of what comes next either has me wanting to stay in high school forever or hurry the hell up and get it over with so I can move on to the next chapter of my life.
Whatever that might be.
Well, after our talk the other night, I have hope my future includes Griff.
Hayden and I meet in the bustling cafeteria for lunch on Monday. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with her since the party. I should be a better friend and ask how things went after I left. But I can’t seem to shut off the annoyance simmering at the back of my mind. She never bothered texting to see if I was okay. We’ve been friends for so long, she should know I wouldn’t bail early without a valid reason.
“Hey, girrrl!” Hayden trills. She tosses her lunch bag on the table and pulls out the chair across from me. Early afternoon sunlight streams through the large panes of glass lining the far side of the cafeteria. A beam of light catches Hayden’s long golden hair, casting a halo around her head, making her look a lot more angelic than I know she is. She flashes a grin so blinding, it momentarily obliterates the negative thoughts crowding my mind.