Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Madoc looks at them over his shoulder. “You guys were drinking?” His tone is light, surprised. “Together?”
He sounds so happy that they were together, he doesn’t give a shit they were drinking underage.
My dad exhales hard. “No parent in their right mind would believe that story.”
“Everyone’s telling you the same story,” I say, moving in.
“I never touched her,” Kade states.
My dad looks at Hunter. “And you?”
Hunter’s gaze flashes to me, and I see his jaw twitch with a smile, but he remains silent.
Madoc turns when his son doesn’t answer and sees the truth in Hunter’s eyes.
“Were you careful?” my dad barks at him.
Hunter inhales a deep breath, meets my eyes again, and I open my mouth, but my dad’s not going to like that answer, either.
“Dude…” Kade scolds his brother when he doesn’t reply.
But my dad is already charging Hunter. Fallon and my mom lurch to intervene, but Madoc is already there, his hands on my dad’s chest, keeping him at bay. Madoc’s chest shakes with laughter.
My dad snarls. “You’re laughing?”
“Man, we knew it was going to happen,” he says. “Come on!”
“And you should have raised your sons to wrap it up!”
“Now you’re pissing me off!” Madoc points a finger back in my dad’s face. “I raised my kids right!”
My dad grabs his stepbrother in a headlock, Madoc’s arms flying as he tries to swat at my dad wherever he can reach.
The moms rush in, Kade keeling over with laughter as A.J. just looks disgusted, and I think my brother is happily still checked out with his video game in the back of my car.
Madoc tries to stomp on my dad’s foot, which is a mistake, because Madoc’s foot is bare, while my dad’s is booted. Dad stomps back, and I just tip my head back sighing.
I…
Yeah.
No.
I breeze past everyone into the house.
Hunter
“Jerk.”
“Jackass.”
Our dads try to keep their language clean in front of the kids, and Kade and I move in, trying to pry them apart.
My dad wraps his arms around Jared’s waist and pulls him to the ground. Both of them slide out of our grasp. They wrestle, grunting and growling. Jesus.
Mom snaps, “Stop it right now! Both of you!”
“Jared!” Tate barks.
I stand there and look to Kade for what to do, but he already has his phone out, filming.
I look around. Where’s Dylan?
“You talk about my parenting,” Dad grits through his teeth as he fixes Jared into some UFC hold. “Your mom raised a dickhead.”
I glance at Dylan’s car that Tate drove in, only seeing James in the back seat.
“Guess she likes them!” Jared fires back. “She married your dad, after all!”
Dad tightens his arms and legs. “Asswipe!”
I roll my eyes and spin around, leaving the adults to it. I head into the house, still half-naked and with no idea at what point I lost my shirt last night.
I run upstairs to look for Dylan. Maybe she crawled into my bed to hide, and if so, I’m hiding with her.
Kade let me take him into Weston yesterday. I smile despite the headache and churning in my stomach from the alcohol, remembering how good it felt to have him at my side. Like he cared, never stopped caring, and we hadn’t missed a step.
We drove onto Knock Hill last night, ignoring the eyes of everyone partying in the street as I brought him inside the house, so I could shower and change. I had every intention of going next door to find Dylan, but by the time I was out of the bathroom, Kade had found Farrow’s tequila stash and was asking about the Ray Bradbury collection that Grandpa left in the curio cabinet. I kept my answers short because he was only asking to make conversation. Trying to find a common ground, but we sat down for a minute, and before I knew it, we were three shots and a beer in when Farrow and everyone dragged us outside for a game of football in the street.
I almost thought it was a bad idea. Constin played rough. Kade’s nose was bleeding in less than a minute, and I thought for sure Weston was going to force a fight with my brother on our turf, but Farrow stepped in before more happened. He pushed Constin back.
Because Kade is Farrow’s blood, too.
We played football for a long time, and no matter that Weston was more brutal than necessary, or how many times Kade was shoved onto the pavement, he kept getting up, and we were side by side the whole time, trying to protect each other.
We drank more, the firehoses came out, and we stumbled into Dylan’s house to bring her out to play, but then we were just ready to pass out.
I want to wake up to her again. It’s going to be damn near impossible with her dad as angry as he is, and seven months still left of school before we’re on our own. But my parents always go up to our cabin in Wisconsin for a weekend in November to do a little belated celebration for their anniversary after the leaf peeper traffic is gone. They usually send A.J. off to one of our grandparents.