Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I was sure of it.
So I said the only thing I could think of in that moment without acknowledging other feelings.
“Jail’s bad,” I whispered.
Jamie’s eyes flickered wider after I spoke. His brows lifted. Then his mouth started twitching.
My mouth started twitching, too. I couldn’t explain that, but I let it happen.
“Get your keys,” he ordered. “We’re takin’ your car.”
Chapter Six
JAMIE
Legs was glaring at me.
My eyes were on the road, but I could feel that glare aimed directly at my profile, and although I hadn’t looked to confirm, I knew she was giving me her best shit and putting everything she had into that glare.
She was pissed. Maybe more pissed than usual, if that was even possible.
This was because instead of arguing with her over who was driving us to pick up my sister—an argument she was pushing for by not handing over the keys to her Volvo when we stepped outside and handing over her attitude instead, doing this while keeping the keys held behind her back—I charged at her and picked her ass up, locking her arms behind her so she couldn’t fight me and leaving her vulnerable. Then I opened her hand with one of mine and pried the keys easily away from her while she ran off at the mouth.
That was the first thing that set her off.
After getting what I wanted, I carried her squirming body over to the passenger side of the car, not trusting her to get there herself anymore considering what all had just gone down and her reaction to it, swung the door open while keeping hold of her with one arm, and then deposited her into the seat, where she was currently sulking.
I was pretty certain that sequence of events pushed her over the edge.
That was ten minutes ago.
Now she was giving me the silent treatment while most likely plotting my death.
I didn’t give a shit about the death plotting, but the silent treatment was starting to piss me off. I’d tried initiating conversation three times now and each time was met with nothing.
“You wanna listen to somethin’?” I’d asked, adjusting the volume on the radio and filling the car with some whiny chick shit I didn’t recognize but knew I could handle about five seconds of before tuning it to something else.
Turned out, I wouldn’t need the five seconds.
Tori didn’t answer me. Instead, she crossed her arms under her chest and stared out the window. I cut the radio off.
“Goin’ to Hammerjacks. That’s where Quinn is. You ever been?”
I turned my head when I was greeted with silence and watched Tori cross her one leg over the other and start toeing the air with vigor and deep concentration, like she was harnessing all her energy into that one movement so she wouldn’t lunge out of her seat and attack me.
I ignored her fit and looked back to the road.
“I’m in the mood to watch a movie while we eat. You feelin’ that?”
This final question came after waiting a couple of minutes to see if she’d cooled off enough to have a conversation with me.
She hadn’t.
Legs ignored me for a third time. This was when the glaring started.
We were almost at our destination and there was no way in hell I was letting her keep this bullshit up and carry over back at her place.
I’d had enough.
“You gonna speak to me the rest of the night, or are you just gonna continue actin’ pissy?” I asked, cutting her a hard look.
Tori narrowed her gaze further. That was all she was giving up.
“Babe, get the fuck over it,” I ordered, watching her eyes flicker wider. I put my attention back on the road. “If we’re goin’ someplace together, I’m drivin’. Don’t matter whose car it is. We got someplace to go? I’ll get us there. So quit with the attitude and just enjoy my fuckin’ company. It ain’t like I took your ride and left you back at the house. Straight up, though, kinda wishing I would’ve just done that.”
Her silent treatment was seriously getting to me. I didn’t like it. Legs typically had a lot to say when she was in a mood, and that was the way I preferred her.
“Okay, first of all,” she began, voice cutting sharp with edge.
I felt my mouth twitch. Fuck yeah. There you are.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Jamie. If I wanna sit here and act pissy about the way I was just manhandled, I’m in my right to do that. You stole my keys and then put me in the car like some child.”
“You tellin’ me you would’ve gotten in yourself had I waited you out?” I questioned, already knowing the answer to that one. I glanced over again and watched Tori press her lips together. “Yeah. Didn’t think so,” I said, turning away.