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“You sure we’re all gonna fit in there?”
“Like sardines in a can,” I muttered.
“We’ll make it work,” Romeo said.
“Easy for you to say. You’re driving,” I cracked.
He gave me the finger.
“I’ll sit in the back because I’m smaller. One of you guys can take the front,” Rimmel offered.
Technically, we had one person too many for the car. However, instead of calling a cab or renting anything else, we were just going to put the extra person in the back. It was illegal, but who the hell cared?
Missy and Ivy came out the door and started down the steps. Ivy was moving slow and Missy kept her pace, holding her arm like she was an old lady with a broken hip.
“Move your ass, Blondie!” I yelled. “We’re gonna miss our flight.”
“Braeden!” Rimmel scolded me. “She’s hurt.”
I grunted. “It takes a lot more than a bottle cap to take that one down.”
From the stairs, Ivy told me to go suck an egg. I looked back at Rimmel and lifted an eyebrow. “She’s so delicate.”
Rimmel glared at me, and I knew I was about to get a lecture. God help me. If any other woman tried to lecture me, I’d tell ‘em to piss off. But Rim was different. She’d somehow gotten her way in my heart and made a place there. I was really good at keeping women out of there, but this was different. This wasn’t a romantic type of love; it was family. She was family.
In my pocket, my cell rang. “Sorry, sis, I gotta take this,” I said, trying to sound so sad I would miss her instructions (okay, I didn’t sound sad at all) and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Mom,” I answered and turned away from the group.
“Hi, Braeden, honey,” she said. “I’m just calling to make sure everything is still on schedule with your flight home.”
I was twenty-one years old and my mom still called to check up on me. She’d probably still do it when I turned fifty. “We’re heading to the airport now, Mom. Everything’s good.”
“Okay, well, you boys have a safe flight. And Rimmel, too.”
“Will do.”
I expected her to say her usual good-bye and end the call. But she hesitated.
“Mom?” I intoned. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no,” she laughed, but it was strained. “I just miss you is all.”
“I’ll stop by once I get settled back on campus.” Or maybe I’d just swing by on the way from the airport. I didn’t like to think of her sitting around worrying about me. Or being lonely.
She’d wanted me to live at home when I went to college, and I did freshman year, but I wanted to live in the dorm. I wanted a little more freedom, some space that was just mine. So I moved on campus. Sometimes I felt bad about it.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Mom said, breaking into my thoughts.
“Cool. I gotta go or we’ll be late. I’ll call you when we land.” I turned back to everyone. Trent was helping Ivy into the car, his hand on the small of her back.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and went to the car. Trent was getting ready to squeeze himself in the backseat with the girls.
“You want the front, dude?” I asked.
“Nah, you can take it,” he replied.
I slid into the front and spun the hat on my head so it wasn’t backward anymore and then pulled it low on my forehead. The inside of this car felt like a pair of jeans with too much ass in them.
I ignored the chattering of everyone in the back as Romeo pulled away from the house and onto the main road. The vacay had been a fun time. And last night…
Well, I wasn’t going to think about that anymore.
Ten minutes down the road, a bare foot came up between the seats and rested on the center console between Rome and me. I glanced over and caught a flash of red polished toes and the edge of a Band-Aid.
“Your feet stink,” I snapped.
“Who sprinkled the bitch in your coffee this morning?” Ivy retorted.
I sat up, leaned around the seat, and stared at her from beneath my hat. She was in the middle with Missy, poor Rim
“Like sardines in a can,” I muttered.
“We’ll make it work,” Romeo said.
“Easy for you to say. You’re driving,” I cracked.
He gave me the finger.
“I’ll sit in the back because I’m smaller. One of you guys can take the front,” Rimmel offered.
Technically, we had one person too many for the car. However, instead of calling a cab or renting anything else, we were just going to put the extra person in the back. It was illegal, but who the hell cared?
Missy and Ivy came out the door and started down the steps. Ivy was moving slow and Missy kept her pace, holding her arm like she was an old lady with a broken hip.
“Move your ass, Blondie!” I yelled. “We’re gonna miss our flight.”
“Braeden!” Rimmel scolded me. “She’s hurt.”
I grunted. “It takes a lot more than a bottle cap to take that one down.”
From the stairs, Ivy told me to go suck an egg. I looked back at Rimmel and lifted an eyebrow. “She’s so delicate.”
Rimmel glared at me, and I knew I was about to get a lecture. God help me. If any other woman tried to lecture me, I’d tell ‘em to piss off. But Rim was different. She’d somehow gotten her way in my heart and made a place there. I was really good at keeping women out of there, but this was different. This wasn’t a romantic type of love; it was family. She was family.
In my pocket, my cell rang. “Sorry, sis, I gotta take this,” I said, trying to sound so sad I would miss her instructions (okay, I didn’t sound sad at all) and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Mom,” I answered and turned away from the group.
“Hi, Braeden, honey,” she said. “I’m just calling to make sure everything is still on schedule with your flight home.”
I was twenty-one years old and my mom still called to check up on me. She’d probably still do it when I turned fifty. “We’re heading to the airport now, Mom. Everything’s good.”
“Okay, well, you boys have a safe flight. And Rimmel, too.”
“Will do.”
I expected her to say her usual good-bye and end the call. But she hesitated.
“Mom?” I intoned. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no,” she laughed, but it was strained. “I just miss you is all.”
“I’ll stop by once I get settled back on campus.” Or maybe I’d just swing by on the way from the airport. I didn’t like to think of her sitting around worrying about me. Or being lonely.
She’d wanted me to live at home when I went to college, and I did freshman year, but I wanted to live in the dorm. I wanted a little more freedom, some space that was just mine. So I moved on campus. Sometimes I felt bad about it.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Mom said, breaking into my thoughts.
“Cool. I gotta go or we’ll be late. I’ll call you when we land.” I turned back to everyone. Trent was helping Ivy into the car, his hand on the small of her back.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and went to the car. Trent was getting ready to squeeze himself in the backseat with the girls.
“You want the front, dude?” I asked.
“Nah, you can take it,” he replied.
I slid into the front and spun the hat on my head so it wasn’t backward anymore and then pulled it low on my forehead. The inside of this car felt like a pair of jeans with too much ass in them.
I ignored the chattering of everyone in the back as Romeo pulled away from the house and onto the main road. The vacay had been a fun time. And last night…
Well, I wasn’t going to think about that anymore.
Ten minutes down the road, a bare foot came up between the seats and rested on the center console between Rome and me. I glanced over and caught a flash of red polished toes and the edge of a Band-Aid.
“Your feet stink,” I snapped.
“Who sprinkled the bitch in your coffee this morning?” Ivy retorted.
I sat up, leaned around the seat, and stared at her from beneath my hat. She was in the middle with Missy, poor Rim
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