Leah
said.
“Leah, you have a sister that’s settled down.
And since when do you care about my relationship status?” I
asked.
“I care,” she huffed. “Frankly, I just don’t
want to be known as the girl related to the dumbass who dumped that
hot ass tattoo guy. You know, I’ve been wanting a tattoo…” she
trailed off thoughtfully before giving me a look that plainly said,
‘you don’t go for him and I’m gonna get him.’
“Leah,” I growled.
Allie broke in, trying to prevent the
argument brewing. “Leah, cut it out. You wouldn’t do that to your
sister, and its just mean trying to provoke her like that. Emma,
you’re stuck. Deal with it. And enjoy it, honey!” She grinned,
waggling her brows at me.
I sighed, clearly not getting anywhere in
this conversation. My phone beeped and I looked at it. It was a
message from Luke, asking where I was.
Out. We’re done, remember? I typed and
hit send.
I took a big bite of my sundae, then tipped
the bowl up and took a big gulp of strawberry daiquiri. Allie and
Leah were talking about some dress Allie had at her store that she
thought Leah would look good in. My phone beeped again.
No. We’re not. Where are you?
I sighed before responding: I said I was
out. Luke, you can’t just barge into my life and take over. You
cant just get it into your head that I’m yours, either. We fucked.
That’s it .
You know, for such a cute little thing,
you’re a real pain in the ass. Where are you, Emma?
“OH MY GOD!” I shouted as I read his last
text and then growled low in my throat.
Allie reached over and yanked my phone out of
my hand. She looked at me, shook her head, and then started
typing.
“Allie! Don’t you dare, you interfering
little witch!” I yelled.
“Too late!” she said, handing my phone back
to me.
I heard my phone beep again, almost
immediately. Shooting a death stare at Allie, I opened the
message.
On my way.
I stood up and grabbed my purse, digging for
my keys. I couldn’t find them; however, I did hear a slight
jingling coming from my left where Leah was sitting.
“Leah,” I gritted out, my jaw clenched tight.
“Give. Me. My. Keys.”
She gave me a blank stare while trying to
keep from grinning. “What keys?”
“LEAH!” I yelled. “Give me my keys! Now!”
She gave up the fight and just grinned
unabashedly at me. “Nope.”
I repeated myself again, and when her answer
didn’t change, I lunged at her. She squealed and tossed the keys to
Allie who caught them and took off running inside the house, while
Leah headed around the side of the house through the yard. I
followed, hot on Allie’s heels, yelling threats at her. She ran
through the house and out the front door, heading off the front
porch and into the yard where Leah was waiting to grab my keys
again.
Allie got about three feet into the yard
before I managed to twist my fingers into the back of her shirt and
pull, tackling her into the grass. We rolled, her trying to get
away, or at least find an opening to toss the keys to Leah, and me
trying to hold on to her as I worked my way up her body to get to
her hand.
A shadow fell over us as we struggled on the
ground and Allie and I both looked up. Dancing grey-blue eyes
looked down at us, and I slumped over Allie, laying my forehead in
the grass and groaning. Allie laughed and pushed me off to the side
before accepting the hand that Luke held down to help her up. He
stood her on her feet and reached down for me. I got to my feet
myself, avoiding his hand.
Luke just shook his head and sighed before
asking Allie and Leah, “Is she always this difficult?”
Leah, big fat mouth that she is, replied,
“Eh, she wasn’t always. Douche Bag Brad did a number on her.”
He quirked a brow at her response, silently
entreating her to expound on just who Douche Bag Brad was.
I shot Leah a glare, daring her to say
another word before I turned to Luke, crossing my arms in front of
me. “What are you doing here? I thought
said.
“Leah, you have a sister that’s settled down.
And since when do you care about my relationship status?” I
asked.
“I care,” she huffed. “Frankly, I just don’t
want to be known as the girl related to the dumbass who dumped that
hot ass tattoo guy. You know, I’ve been wanting a tattoo…” she
trailed off thoughtfully before giving me a look that plainly said,
‘you don’t go for him and I’m gonna get him.’
“Leah,” I growled.
Allie broke in, trying to prevent the
argument brewing. “Leah, cut it out. You wouldn’t do that to your
sister, and its just mean trying to provoke her like that. Emma,
you’re stuck. Deal with it. And enjoy it, honey!” She grinned,
waggling her brows at me.
I sighed, clearly not getting anywhere in
this conversation. My phone beeped and I looked at it. It was a
message from Luke, asking where I was.
Out. We’re done, remember? I typed and
hit send.
I took a big bite of my sundae, then tipped
the bowl up and took a big gulp of strawberry daiquiri. Allie and
Leah were talking about some dress Allie had at her store that she
thought Leah would look good in. My phone beeped again.
No. We’re not. Where are you?
I sighed before responding: I said I was
out. Luke, you can’t just barge into my life and take over. You
cant just get it into your head that I’m yours, either. We fucked.
That’s it .
You know, for such a cute little thing,
you’re a real pain in the ass. Where are you, Emma?
“OH MY GOD!” I shouted as I read his last
text and then growled low in my throat.
Allie reached over and yanked my phone out of
my hand. She looked at me, shook her head, and then started
typing.
“Allie! Don’t you dare, you interfering
little witch!” I yelled.
“Too late!” she said, handing my phone back
to me.
I heard my phone beep again, almost
immediately. Shooting a death stare at Allie, I opened the
message.
On my way.
I stood up and grabbed my purse, digging for
my keys. I couldn’t find them; however, I did hear a slight
jingling coming from my left where Leah was sitting.
“Leah,” I gritted out, my jaw clenched tight.
“Give. Me. My. Keys.”
She gave me a blank stare while trying to
keep from grinning. “What keys?”
“LEAH!” I yelled. “Give me my keys! Now!”
She gave up the fight and just grinned
unabashedly at me. “Nope.”
I repeated myself again, and when her answer
didn’t change, I lunged at her. She squealed and tossed the keys to
Allie who caught them and took off running inside the house, while
Leah headed around the side of the house through the yard. I
followed, hot on Allie’s heels, yelling threats at her. She ran
through the house and out the front door, heading off the front
porch and into the yard where Leah was waiting to grab my keys
again.
Allie got about three feet into the yard
before I managed to twist my fingers into the back of her shirt and
pull, tackling her into the grass. We rolled, her trying to get
away, or at least find an opening to toss the keys to Leah, and me
trying to hold on to her as I worked my way up her body to get to
her hand.
A shadow fell over us as we struggled on the
ground and Allie and I both looked up. Dancing grey-blue eyes
looked down at us, and I slumped over Allie, laying my forehead in
the grass and groaning. Allie laughed and pushed me off to the side
before accepting the hand that Luke held down to help her up. He
stood her on her feet and reached down for me. I got to my feet
myself, avoiding his hand.
Luke just shook his head and sighed before
asking Allie and Leah, “Is she always this difficult?”
Leah, big fat mouth that she is, replied,
“Eh, she wasn’t always. Douche Bag Brad did a number on her.”
He quirked a brow at her response, silently
entreating her to expound on just who Douche Bag Brad was.
I shot Leah a glare, daring her to say
another word before I turned to Luke, crossing my arms in front of
me. “What are you doing here? I thought
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