The Rookie (Racing On The Edge #7) by Shey Stahl Page B

Spencer looked at him like he was stupid, barely breathing between his laughing and snorting.
    “So get it from outside.”
    “We already had the bobcat inside. That’s inefficient to go outside again.”
    “What did I ever do to you?” Casten asked staring at him in disbelief.
    Dad looked at him like he was crazy. “You set my house on fire. Twice. And don’t get me started on my pool and how many times that thing has had to be drained and repaired.”
    “Do you like swimming?” Spencer asked Hayden, who’d yet to say a word. It’s hard to believe something could make her speechless as well.
    She immediately walked outside and looked at their pool.
    Dad had drained their pool and him and Spencer had bedazzled a dick on the bottom with shiny jewels that reflected the sun’s light amazingly and then refilled it with water.
    “We glued that shit down and then put a glaze over it. You’d have to dig up the concrete to fix that.” Dad pointed out, proud as can be with a crazy grin plastered on his face.
    Spencer couldn’t even hold himself up he was laughing so hard. “We dick-jazzled your pool!”
    “That’s permanent?” Casten asked, staring at the pool and the way the sun reflected off the dick in the water. That motherfucker shined so bright I was sure the astronauts on the space station were laughing at it.
    Dad nodded proudly.
    Hayden looked at it and covered Gray’s eyes. “The fuck it is.”
    Casten bowed to Dad. “Well played, old man. Well fucking played.”
    Spencer stood next to me and nudged my shoulder. “That pool is pretty awesome, huh?”
    I had to laugh. There would always be a prank going on with this family.
    “Don’t ever come over to my house.” I told him walking away.
    “Admit it, you want a dick-jazzled pool.” Spencer said, following me.
    Hayden was most certainly not impressed by Dad and Spencer’s art work on the pool. In fact, she was pissed but you could tell she knew she had no room to complain about anything. When her and Casten got together they wreaked some serious havoc on my parents place last year before Gray came along. Yeah, best to keep your mouth shut otherwise there could be some other surprises in store from Uncle Spencer and my dad.

    Tequila is my drink. It’s my comfort. Makes me mean as fuck but I love it. It also gets me thinking. And never in a good way. It’s like it tries to talk me into shit.
    There I sat Friday afternoon drinking by myself. Didn’t even need the salt because I was crying so much all I needed to do was lick my lips and take a lime.
    Most of my thoughts revolved around Easton. I’ll admit to myself that it may have been childish of me to walk away. I would never admit that because I had my reasons.
    I’ve always been one to react, ask questions later, deal with the consequences. I get that from my dad.
    He was staring at me right now.
    “I thought you were in Michigan this weekend.”
    “You mean Dover.” I looked up and then back to my shot glass. Beside it was a lime, salt shaker and a bottle of tequila. “Nope. I’m here.” And then I took the shot and pushed the bottle to him. “Want one?”
    Dad looked at me, then the bottle. “It’s only eleven in the morning.”
    “So? When does anyone in this family care about what time it is when they start drinking?”
    He studied me for a moment. “Good point.” Taking a seat next to me, he reached for the shot glass. We took about two shots and then he laughed. “I feel like a bad parent right now.”
    Casten walked in with Gray right then. She had shit all over her face, food and God knows what else in her hair. It looked like he hadn’t brushed it in days.
    My stare went back to my dad. “No, he’s the bad parent.”
    Gray smiled immediately when she saw my dad and tried to take his shot glass.
    “No, no.” Casten said tapping her nose. “Mama would kill me if you got drunk before you turned two. And she’s not happy with me…” he looked at Dad. “Or