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Authors: Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie
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“Balls aching, dick begging—”
Someone knocks at the door. “If you’re playing Scrabble in the bathroom, you two are at a new level of weird,” Loren says.
“Drop me,” I whisper to Connor, smacking his arm.
He doesn’t, not yet. “We’ll be ready to head out in an hour,” he tells Lo.
We’re all going to the nearest rock climbing gym, as a way of celebrating Ryke before he undergoes surgery after Christmas, the holiday already in two weeks. The gym is also where Walter Aimes is supposed to take photos of us, unbeknownst to my sisters and their significant others.
Lo speaks through the wooden door. “Willow is here early to babysit so we’re going now.”
My eyes widen in horror. Now. My hair. I reach out, subconsciously about to touch my head. Connor rapidly releases my leg and seizes my wrists, right before my palms nearly plant on the goopy, bleachy mess.
My heart is in my throat. “I almost…”
“You didn’t,” he says, his smile dimmed to seriousness. I’ve become more than a tad bit obsessive-compulsive since my pregnancy and Jane’s birth. High-stress situations just puncture little parts of me, and I fixate on things I shouldn’t.
“Open up.” Loren knocks on the door again. “What is that smell?” He pauses. “Is that bleach?” I hate Loren Hale’s nose. I want to murder that too.
Connor mouths to me, stay calm .
“I’m always calm,” I snap, the statement clearly false. It’s by far the worst retort I’ve used all week.
His lips still curve upward as he walks backwards to the door. “Your acting needs work, darling.”
True.
In seconds, my acting is about to be put to the test again. I’d pray to a higher being to give me strength and success, but I keep hearing Connor’s voice in my head that says: I’m the only person you should pray to. His egomania is clouding my judgment and my sanity.
But strangely I’m still glad he’s on my team.
I can’t do this alone.
[ 6 ]
CONNOR COBALT
Lo puts his hand on the bathroom door, opening it wider to see all of Rose. “Jesus Christ.” He scrutinizes her hair and the products on the counter. “Are you having a quarter-life crisis?”
“I wanted a change,” Rose snaps in defense. Beneath the white developer and bleach mixture, her hair begins to turn a burnt orange color—some strands even lighter.
“So you thought blondes have more fun?” Lo walks further into the bathroom with me.
“No,” Rose snaps. “I can castrate you equally as a brunette as I can a blonde.” She gives him a wry smile.
He returns one. “Your idea of fun is fucked up.”
Two more people suddenly emerge in the doorway. Lily pants, out of breath, in leggings and a plain black baggy shirt. Daisy is next, in similar workout clothes, only a shorter top that says wild at heart and significantly less wheezing.
Lily holds a stitch in her side. “Are you two almost ready? The bodyguards are waiting and getting kinda grumpy.” Before she walks forward, her eyes grow big at Rose’s hair. “Whaaa…”
Daisy puts her hands to her mouth, eyes growing to saucers.
“She’s…” Lily can’t find the words.
Lo helps her. “Lost her mind.”
“She’s blonde,” Lily manages to say, all on her own.
“Wow,” Daisy mutters, still in shock.
Lo pulls Lily into his chest for a hug, and he even kisses her cheek. She’s too concentrated on Rose to even notice, which means this is a larger ordeal for the Calloway sisters than I thought it’d be.
“Hair color is temporary,” I say. “It can always be changed.” I just need this to go smoothly—for the sake of Moffy and Jane.
“But Rose has never dyed her hair before,” Daisy explains what I already know.
“Rose,” Lily starts, “you said you’d skin a cat before you became blonde.”
She rotates, a chill in her eyes. “Maybe I have.” Her voice is flat and cold, but it isn’t her best acting.
“Okay, you’re scaring me,” Lily says. “I never
Someone knocks at the door. “If you’re playing Scrabble in the bathroom, you two are at a new level of weird,” Loren says.
“Drop me,” I whisper to Connor, smacking his arm.
He doesn’t, not yet. “We’ll be ready to head out in an hour,” he tells Lo.
We’re all going to the nearest rock climbing gym, as a way of celebrating Ryke before he undergoes surgery after Christmas, the holiday already in two weeks. The gym is also where Walter Aimes is supposed to take photos of us, unbeknownst to my sisters and their significant others.
Lo speaks through the wooden door. “Willow is here early to babysit so we’re going now.”
My eyes widen in horror. Now. My hair. I reach out, subconsciously about to touch my head. Connor rapidly releases my leg and seizes my wrists, right before my palms nearly plant on the goopy, bleachy mess.
My heart is in my throat. “I almost…”
“You didn’t,” he says, his smile dimmed to seriousness. I’ve become more than a tad bit obsessive-compulsive since my pregnancy and Jane’s birth. High-stress situations just puncture little parts of me, and I fixate on things I shouldn’t.
“Open up.” Loren knocks on the door again. “What is that smell?” He pauses. “Is that bleach?” I hate Loren Hale’s nose. I want to murder that too.
Connor mouths to me, stay calm .
“I’m always calm,” I snap, the statement clearly false. It’s by far the worst retort I’ve used all week.
His lips still curve upward as he walks backwards to the door. “Your acting needs work, darling.”
True.
In seconds, my acting is about to be put to the test again. I’d pray to a higher being to give me strength and success, but I keep hearing Connor’s voice in my head that says: I’m the only person you should pray to. His egomania is clouding my judgment and my sanity.
But strangely I’m still glad he’s on my team.
I can’t do this alone.
[ 6 ]
CONNOR COBALT
Lo puts his hand on the bathroom door, opening it wider to see all of Rose. “Jesus Christ.” He scrutinizes her hair and the products on the counter. “Are you having a quarter-life crisis?”
“I wanted a change,” Rose snaps in defense. Beneath the white developer and bleach mixture, her hair begins to turn a burnt orange color—some strands even lighter.
“So you thought blondes have more fun?” Lo walks further into the bathroom with me.
“No,” Rose snaps. “I can castrate you equally as a brunette as I can a blonde.” She gives him a wry smile.
He returns one. “Your idea of fun is fucked up.”
Two more people suddenly emerge in the doorway. Lily pants, out of breath, in leggings and a plain black baggy shirt. Daisy is next, in similar workout clothes, only a shorter top that says wild at heart and significantly less wheezing.
Lily holds a stitch in her side. “Are you two almost ready? The bodyguards are waiting and getting kinda grumpy.” Before she walks forward, her eyes grow big at Rose’s hair. “Whaaa…”
Daisy puts her hands to her mouth, eyes growing to saucers.
“She’s…” Lily can’t find the words.
Lo helps her. “Lost her mind.”
“She’s blonde,” Lily manages to say, all on her own.
“Wow,” Daisy mutters, still in shock.
Lo pulls Lily into his chest for a hug, and he even kisses her cheek. She’s too concentrated on Rose to even notice, which means this is a larger ordeal for the Calloway sisters than I thought it’d be.
“Hair color is temporary,” I say. “It can always be changed.” I just need this to go smoothly—for the sake of Moffy and Jane.
“But Rose has never dyed her hair before,” Daisy explains what I already know.
“Rose,” Lily starts, “you said you’d skin a cat before you became blonde.”
She rotates, a chill in her eyes. “Maybe I have.” Her voice is flat and cold, but it isn’t her best acting.
“Okay, you’re scaring me,” Lily says. “I never
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