Read Online #Heart (Hashtag #6) by Cambria Hebert - Free Book Online

front paws on my legs. I abandoned the fridge and bent to give her some love. I picked her up, and she licked my chin, which made me laugh. “I wondered where you were,” I told her.
    “She was under the bed,” B said. “Came out when I went to get my phone.”
    I knew it was because his dream had scared her, but I didn’t tell him that.
    “I’d hide too if I could,” I told her. “It’s too cold to get up today.”
    She licked me again, then wiggled around until I put her down. I reached in the fridge for her dog food and then stood there pondering the contents, looking for something other than creamer. When I didn’t find it, I sighed and grabbed the caramel-flavored kind and shut the door. After it was added, I took a sip of the coffee and frowned.
    For a girl who seriously needed a cup to jumpstart her morning, it just wasn’t what I wanted.
    Braeden was pulling down a box of cereal, and I stepped to his side and handed him the coffee. “Here, made this for you.”
    He grabbed it and took a sip. “That’s some good shit, baby.”
    “So…” I began and went to grab the milk for B and a paper plate for Prada’s food. “Are you going to tell me where you were last night that you came home with a hangover?” I asked Drew.
    “You went out last night?” Trent said, mild surprise in his voice.
    I glanced over at them, surprised myself. Drew and Trent were attached at the hip. I would have thought if one had gone out, then the other had, too.
    “I’m not hung-over,” Drew muttered. “I’m just tired.” To punctuate his point, he added more coffee to his cup.
    “I heard you come in late,” Braeden said, sitting down to eat.
    I put Prada’s food in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it up before giving it another stir and placing it on the floor for her to attack.
    “There was a big race across town. I went.”
    “You went to Lorhaven’s turf alone?” The tightness in Trent’s voice along with the underlying tone of dislike drew my attention away from the open fridge, where I was standing once more.
    Drew went to races all the time. For months now, he worked during the day and then spent the rest of his time racing and building a name for himself in the driving circles here in Maryland.
    So the fact that he was out late racing last night wasn’t anything new. But Trent’s reaction was.
    “Yeah, got a last-minute call with an invite, so I went.”
    “Why didn’t you call me?” Trent swore.
    I glanced at B and our eyes met. What was this about?
    “Because it was late. You have class this morning. Figured I could handle it.”
    Trent pushed off the island. “After all the shit we’ve heard, you go in there alone, without anyone to watch your back?”
    Whoa. What?
    “Wait, are you saying where you went last night was dangerous?” I shut the fridge door and turned.
    “No,” Drew answered, but at the same time, Trent said, “Yes.”
    Drew’s eyes narrowed and he gave Trent a clear warning look. He straightened from the island, set aside his coffee, and looked at me. “Everything’s fine, sis. Don’t get all worked up about nothing.”
    “Trent doesn’t seem to think it’s nothing.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
    “Trent’s just pissed he didn’t get to see me leave all the other drivers in my dust last night.” Drew’s face turned cocky.
    “You won?” Trent asked, shifting a little closer, interest in his tone.
    “Smoked em’,” Drew drawled.
    “You should’ve called, man,” Trent said low.
    Why did he not seem as happy as Drew about this win? Usually, the pair were goofing off and talking shit about my brother’s mad skills.
    “I can handle myself,” Drew said tight. Then he looked back at me and smiled. “Don’t you worry about me, Ives. Trent’s just acting like a damn woman.”
    Trent either didn’t hear the remark or ignored it as he helped himself to the coffee and cream. Braeden was inhaling his bowl of cereal, no doubt just absorbing the