Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter, come on, Mischief, we’ve talked about this...”
“Yeah, well, it’s not fair.”
“I know, kid, but Chief would kill me. You know that. It’s for the best.”
Does he really believe that?
I look into his grey eyes. I want to hate him, but I never could. He is everything to me. But he is older now, gorgeous and popular, and I’m the one girl that can’t have him.
“Come on, I made this for you...”
I look down at the plate. My heart flutters. Written on my egg toast in ketchup is ‘Forgive me?’ I smile. He knew before I asked that he would want my forgiveness. I look up at him and smile.
“I will always forgive you, but Annabelle is gross.”
He laughs.
“We had some fun, didn’t we?” Travis says, bringing me back to the present.
“Yeah, we really did.”
“So, what little note can I put on your egg toast today?”
“Suck my...”
He cuts me off with a slap to my bottom. “Careful, baby. I might just hold you to those words.”
I grin, wagging my finger in front of his face. “Get in the kitchen and make me some breakfast.”
He clutches his heart dramatically. “Wounded!”
“Go on, before I whip you with a dish towel. You know I always kicked your ass with a dish towel.”
“Oh yeah?” he grins, grabbing a dish towel from the sink and spinning it around.
I giggle, taking another one, and whip it at his leg. It makes a loud crack. He chases after me, and I squeal, bolting down the hallway. I sidestep into his room at the last minute, and he skids to a halt. When he enters, I whip him again.
“If I catch you, Mischief, you’re in trouble,” he bellows.
My laughter trails down the hall.
I whip out again, just missing him, but he manages to grip the dish towel and yank it free from my hand. I scream, throwing my hands up.
“I surrender.”
He hooks me around the waist, hauling me up against him. “Fine, but I’ll get you back later. Speaking of later, do you remember when we used to re-enact that scene from Dirty Dancing?”
I squirm, my cheeks burning. “Ugh, that was so lame.”
“It wasn’t lame when you were crawling across the floor towards me. Sylvia,” he purrs.
“Fuck you,” I try to get out of his arms, but he keeps teasing.
“Yes Mickey,” he sings in a girly voice, cupping my ass.
“Not funny.”
“But you did it so well.”
I slap his chest, ducking out of his arms. “You shame me, sir.”
His laughter follows me down the hall.
I am smiling the whole way.
10
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?” REAGAN’S voice is incredulous over the phone.
I can’t suppress my grin. “Absolutely. He said we can tag along. I’m so stinking excited.”
“Vegas,” she breathes. “With those band members? Oh, my vagina will never forgive me.”
I laugh softly. “Girl!”
“What? As if I’m not going to try and bring one of them home with me.”
“I can’t say I blame you!”
I hear her clapping. “I can’t wait.”
“Same! I have to run—I’m heading into the deli now.”
Her laughter ripples. “Fueling up for all the...action?”
I allow a quiet chuckle. “Something like that.”
I end the call and get out of my car, locking it before heading inside. Travis is at work a few blocks away, so I thought I’d take him something for lunch. I wander the aisles, selecting subs, greens, and cold drinks. As I tuck a bottle into my cart, a familiar voice halts me.
“Violet?”
I turn. My eyes widen, and it takes me a moment to realize it’s Dan, my ex-boyfriend. He hasn’t aged a day—tall, blond, striking. He never had a problem in the looks department, that’s for sure. His problem is that he liked the attention from other girls a little too much.
“Dan?” I say, shaking my head in disbelief.
“It is you! How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you? What brings you here?”
He shrugs, tucking a hand into his pocket. “I moved here for a job.”
“Oh, good for you.”
He studies me. “You look incredible.”
I press my lips together in a forced smile. “How is Lila?”
The girl he decided he loved more than me.
His expression changes. “She broke up with me.”
Oh. How sad.
I smother my snort.
“Shame...”
He steps closer. “I tried to add you on Instagram...”
“I know,” I say, crossing my arms, hoping it’s a hint that I don’t want him closer. “I didn’t accept.”
“I wanted to talk to you. I made a mistake doing what I did. I should have stayed with you. I should have never let you go. I regret my decision...”
“Don’t, Dan. Not now.”
“Please, just let me talk to you.”
I shake my head. “I’m with someone.”
“Correct, she is.”
Travis’s voice comes from behind me, stern and unwavering. I don’t turn, but I can feel him behind me, his presence so intense that I know he isn’t happy. Dan’s face changes slightly, and I know that he is fully aware of who he is looking at. Unfortunately, Dan saw the worst of me when I was heartbroken over Travis.