asked the county health rep.”
“Okay, but you get that I know nada about sex or why people have sex,” Kacey grumbles.
What?
Reilly shoves her shoulder. “Shut up. Just because you haven’t done it doesn’t mean you know nothing about it. Don’t tell me nothing from health class sunk in. Besides, we swap paperbacks. I know you know all about bumping uglies.”
Kacey curls her lip. “Ew. Don’t call it that.”
Reilly rolls her eyes. “You have this over romanticized idea of it. Trust me, it’s no big deal.”
Grabbing my beer from the table, I frown at Reilly’s words, hoping my kid sister doesn’t feel that way, and if she does, I wonder what happened to cause those feelings.
Taking a gulp I miss what Kacey says, so after setting my beer back down I have to rewind. Unfortunately, it means I hear Reilly’s disturbing remarks again. The thought of her being so casual about sex makes me cringe. From the video, it seems it bothers Kacey as well when she says, “Troy was a jerk. You know you don’t really feel that way. Before he dicked you over you believed in true love just as much as I do. You know that’s why I’m saving myself for Jake.”
I blink. Kacey’s what?
“I seriously don’t get why you like Jake so much,” Reilly huffs, dropping her hairbrush mic to her side.
I laugh to myself. All of Ferncliff loved me but my little sister only saw me as her annoying big brother. In her defense, I was a hard act to follow.
“He is kind and generous; just look how he helped to pay for college for you. He’s smart and strong and so incredibly hot—“
“My ears, my ears,” Reilly moans. “That’s my brother you’re talking about.”
Kacey crosses her arms over her chest. “I have to listen to you talk about every single guy you’ve ever liked.”
“Yes, but you weren’t related to any of them,” Reilly fires back.
They both glare at each other until Reilly huffs, tossing her hairbrush off camera and moves forward to stop the video.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Heath asks, walking back into his living room, now in a pair of jeans and tee shirt.
My finger moves over the touchpad, closing Reilly’s email before I log out and then close his laptop with a snap.
“Nope,” I reply.
Heath had to have heard the video playing from his room based on the unconvinced look he gives me.
He doesn’t push it though and asks, “You changing before we go?”
Glancing down at myself, I frown at his question. “Something wrong with what I got on?”
“Forget I asked,” he grumbles as I stand.
“Ready to go?” He asks, moving toward the door.
When he isn’t looking, I sniff my pits to make sure my deodorant didn’t wear off or something. Nope, still smell like some mystical foreign water spring.
“Sure,” I reply and follow him to the door.
He pauses before opening it, twisting his face to look over his shoulder in my direction. “I’m still going to marry her.”
His words come out of nowhere. I give my head a couple short shakes in an attempt to clear it before replying, “What?”
He’s already out the door. Coming unstuck, I move after him. He’s moving fast, though, long pissed off steps taking him to his car.
I forget my question and blurt, “I thought we were walking there.”
He glares at his car before looking up to glare at me. Then he slams his door shut and turns on his heel.
“What the fuck, Heath!” I shout at his back and he halts.
He lifts one hand and rubs his face with it before the pissed off vibe slides off his shoulders, making them slump. All of this in the middle of the parking lot of his building.
Since he isn’t moving, it doesn’t take long for me to catch up with him. “Why’d you say that back there?”
He shakes his head so I press, “Come on, man. What’d you mean?”
“I know Kacey had a thing for you.” I start to lift my hand but he keeps talking, “The whole town knows. It’s not like it was ever a
“Okay, but you get that I know nada about sex or why people have sex,” Kacey grumbles.
What?
Reilly shoves her shoulder. “Shut up. Just because you haven’t done it doesn’t mean you know nothing about it. Don’t tell me nothing from health class sunk in. Besides, we swap paperbacks. I know you know all about bumping uglies.”
Kacey curls her lip. “Ew. Don’t call it that.”
Reilly rolls her eyes. “You have this over romanticized idea of it. Trust me, it’s no big deal.”
Grabbing my beer from the table, I frown at Reilly’s words, hoping my kid sister doesn’t feel that way, and if she does, I wonder what happened to cause those feelings.
Taking a gulp I miss what Kacey says, so after setting my beer back down I have to rewind. Unfortunately, it means I hear Reilly’s disturbing remarks again. The thought of her being so casual about sex makes me cringe. From the video, it seems it bothers Kacey as well when she says, “Troy was a jerk. You know you don’t really feel that way. Before he dicked you over you believed in true love just as much as I do. You know that’s why I’m saving myself for Jake.”
I blink. Kacey’s what?
“I seriously don’t get why you like Jake so much,” Reilly huffs, dropping her hairbrush mic to her side.
I laugh to myself. All of Ferncliff loved me but my little sister only saw me as her annoying big brother. In her defense, I was a hard act to follow.
“He is kind and generous; just look how he helped to pay for college for you. He’s smart and strong and so incredibly hot—“
“My ears, my ears,” Reilly moans. “That’s my brother you’re talking about.”
Kacey crosses her arms over her chest. “I have to listen to you talk about every single guy you’ve ever liked.”
“Yes, but you weren’t related to any of them,” Reilly fires back.
They both glare at each other until Reilly huffs, tossing her hairbrush off camera and moves forward to stop the video.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Heath asks, walking back into his living room, now in a pair of jeans and tee shirt.
My finger moves over the touchpad, closing Reilly’s email before I log out and then close his laptop with a snap.
“Nope,” I reply.
Heath had to have heard the video playing from his room based on the unconvinced look he gives me.
He doesn’t push it though and asks, “You changing before we go?”
Glancing down at myself, I frown at his question. “Something wrong with what I got on?”
“Forget I asked,” he grumbles as I stand.
“Ready to go?” He asks, moving toward the door.
When he isn’t looking, I sniff my pits to make sure my deodorant didn’t wear off or something. Nope, still smell like some mystical foreign water spring.
“Sure,” I reply and follow him to the door.
He pauses before opening it, twisting his face to look over his shoulder in my direction. “I’m still going to marry her.”
His words come out of nowhere. I give my head a couple short shakes in an attempt to clear it before replying, “What?”
He’s already out the door. Coming unstuck, I move after him. He’s moving fast, though, long pissed off steps taking him to his car.
I forget my question and blurt, “I thought we were walking there.”
He glares at his car before looking up to glare at me. Then he slams his door shut and turns on his heel.
“What the fuck, Heath!” I shout at his back and he halts.
He lifts one hand and rubs his face with it before the pissed off vibe slides off his shoulders, making them slump. All of this in the middle of the parking lot of his building.
Since he isn’t moving, it doesn’t take long for me to catch up with him. “Why’d you say that back there?”
He shakes his head so I press, “Come on, man. What’d you mean?”
“I know Kacey had a thing for you.” I start to lift my hand but he keeps talking, “The whole town knows. It’s not like it was ever a
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