Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Gigi.”
“Don’t Gigi me, I got it.” She looks at Zuri and Cooper. “Give hugs since they won’t be here when we get back.”
While Cooper goes to his dad, I give Zuri a hug.
“I have my phone if you need anything, just call, and if you can’t get a hold of me, call grandma or grandpa.”
“Okay.”
“She’ll be fine,” Gigi says, then adds. “We’ll try not to get into too much trouble.”
“Be on your best behavior, bud,” Logan tells Cooper, who rolls his eyes in response.
“You two have fun,” Gigi says while she ushers both kids out of the house ahead of her.
“Thanks, Ma.”
“No problem.” She looks back at us, smiling.
“Alright,” Logan says when the door closes behind his mom. “Tell me what happened with Matthew.”
“Him and some of his friends came out of nowhere and cut across the road in front of my car. I didn’t see them, so I had to slam on the brakes.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, but it’s okay. He and his friends were sweet and apologized profusely when I rolled down my window and told them to be careful.”
“Seriously?” His chin jerks back.
“No.” I laugh. “They all called me a few names, and Matthew flipped me off while calling me a bitch before he rode off with his friends.”
“That sounds more plausible.” He shakes his head with his jaw tight.
“It’s fine, the kid’s a jerk, so it’s not a surprise that he acted like that. I’m just glad that I didn’t unintentionally hurt anyone since none of them were wearing helmets.”
“I’m going to ask a friend of mine who works for the police department to put out a statement about bike safety.”
“That would be smart,” I say, then we both look at the door when the bell goes off.
Walking to it, he opens it up, and a pretty blonde with hair so long it touches her waist, wearing a country girl dress and cowboy boots, tosses her arms into the air above her head.
“Your designated driver has arrived,” she sings, throwing herself at Logan and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Missy,” he mutters, patting her back. Her eyes come to me around his shoulder, and she lets him go as quickly as she latched onto him.
“Let me guess.” Her hands come to rest on her hips, and she raises a brow. “Nalia?”
“That’s me,” I agree, and she lets out what can only be described as a war cry before coming at me full force, causing me to step back a foot when she crashes against me. “Oh my gosh.” She rocks me from side to side. “You’re prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“Ugh, thanks.” My wide eyes meet Logan’s, and he laughs.
“You’re welcome.” She releases me, then jumps up and down, her boots clicking on the hardwood floors. “Are you guys ready to go?”
“Where’s Hanson?” Logan asks as we follow her out of the house.
“In the car.” She turns around and starts walking backwards once she’s off the porch. “He’s on the phone with his dad.” Her finger goes to her mouth, and she makes a motion like she’s gagging, then looks at me. “Sorry, his dad is so evil he makes every Disney villain seem like Prince Charming.” Unsure what to say, I say nothing, not that I need to worry about replying, since she turns around and starts skipping towards a matte black sports car parked at the end of the driveway.
“Where’s Billie?” I ask Logan when he stops to lock the door, and I realize that I didn’t see her.
“She asked if Cat could sleep over tonight, so they went to her house with Dozer to pick up some clothes.”
“Come on, guys, we have places to be,” Missy shouts. I turn to find her hanging half out the window while motioning with her hands for us to come her direction like a teen in a ’90s movie.
“Is she always so…”
“Animated,” Logan finishes for me, and I nod, thinking that is an understatement, as he takes my hand and helps me down the steps I don’t actually need help navigating. “Yep.”
“Wow.”
“The first time Hanson brought her around, I was sure she was on something. Turns out it’s just her.” His hand squeezes mine. “She’s sweet, though.”
When we reach the car Logan opens the back door and the guy behind the wheel turns to look at us. Like Logan he has a full beard. Unlike Logan, his hair is long and blond, and his eyes are dark and filled with curiosity, but apprehension. “Honey, this is Nalia, Nalia, this is Hanson if you two haven’t met.” Missy introduces us I climb across the back to the seat behind Hanson’s.
“Nice to meet you,” I tell him, and he grunts a quiet ‘hey’ or ‘yo’, it’s hard to make out.
“Okay,” Missy says, typing on the screen on the dashboard, putting in an address. “One more stop and we’ll be on our way.”