Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
No, ma’am.
“What’s your mom doin’ this weekend?”
Drew shrugs. “Probably traveling. My brother is in training, and his fiancée is looking at houses in the suburbs, so I think she’s spending the weekend in Dallas. She didn’t know I was comin’ home. I didn’t fancy being shacked up under her roof since she would have given me a curfew.”
“Ugh, that’s literally the same reason I didn’t want to spend the weekend at home. I’m stayin’ with Miranda, who’s gone missing.”
His eyes go wide. “Seriously?”
“No, she’s probably banging her boyfriend in the bed of his pickup truck.”
“For serious?”
“Yes, for serious.” I laugh at his choice of words. He sounds so Southern and Texan sometimes. Other times, he doesn’t sound it at all.
Guess you can’t take the South out of the boy…one of his brothers plays for Texas, and I wonder if he’ll end up living here when he’s done with school, too, or if he’ll be out East like his other older brother.
Sooo many Colter boys!
And all but one are taken, and he’s the cutest one of all…
HEY DIARY, IT’S ME
Not to always keep talking about guys and stuff—I P R O M I S E I’ll talk about other stuff soon, k, but Diary. Drew Colter was at the house today ALONE and I almost died. Like, I came out of my bedroom and he was sitting at the counter literally alone and no one told me he was going to be there. I was in PAJAMAS and a sweatshirt. He was on his phone waiting for Grady to get done doing whatever and I just stood there coz I didn’t know what else to say, and then looked up and went “hey” and I went “hey” and then he went back to doing whatever on his phone.
It was so awkward.
They went into the den after that to watch movies and that’s where mom put the pizza we were having for dinner but there was NO WAY I was going in there after HUMILIATING myself.
XO Tess
CHAPTER 16
DREW
I’M INDEPENDENTLY OWNED AND OPERATED.
I’m sweaty as hell.
Almost as sweaty as I am running five miles in the heat to make weight for my position, or as hot as I am when I’ve had to wear a literal sweat suit to lose water weight.
’Cause I’ve been dancing.
Line dancing, the Watermelon Crawl, the Electric Slide, the Hoedown Throwdown, and the Cotton Eye Joe. You know, the usual, mixed in with a few melon tunes and whatever’s current on the Top Ten Country charts.
Sweat may be dripping down my forehead cause it’s definitely dripping into my ass crack.
Tess looks just as hot—in both the literal and metaphorical sense. Her long, wavy hair has been pulled back and braided to stay off her neck, the pink metallic cowboy boots removed and set to the side.
We’ve been drinking water, but I still feel lightheaded, gesturing to her that I’m going to bounce from the dance floor in favor of the less crowded area where people are socializing and not dancing.
Grady is nowhere to be seen.
Hell, I don’t even know if the bastard is still in the room or if he’s back at his place with that girl he was making out with during the cha-cha-cha.
I need something cold.
I need the wind on my face.
I need a shower.
“You wantin’ to leave?”
Tess is next to me, locating a water pitcher that someone has set down on a nearby table, filling our cups to the brim and pushing one in my direction.
“Drink this.”
“I’ve drunk enough.”
“Well, drink more. I don’t need you fallin’ over from heatstroke.”
Not one to argue with a lady, I drink more.
It pleases her that I’m listening, and she smiles, taking a drink from her own cup before saying, “I think my brother is gone.”
“Yup, I think he’s gone.”
“Pretty sure he went home with Tarryn. Or she went home with him.”
Probably.
“Do guys do that often? Leave each other hanging so they can get laid?”
My brows go up. “Is that what you think he’s doin’?”
She laughs. “That’s exactly what he’s doin’.”
I lean my elbow on the table as I regard her. “Where’s your friend? That one you introduced me to who was trying to play matchmaker?” I can’t remember her name to save my soul. “She’s dating that guy with the strange drummer name.”
“Um, she’s getting laid. Duh.”
She’s cute.
And funny.
And the sweat glistening between her tits isn’t bad, either.
“You want a ride? ’Cause I don’t think any of these idiots are in any condition to give you one, and do you actually want to be stuck in an Uber with them?”
I clear my throat. “I’d be an idiot to refuse a ride from a pretty girl.”
“Girl.” She scoffs. “Ha.”
CHAPTER 17
TESS
SINGLE. DON’T WANNA MINGLE…
My brother is gone.
He’s gone, and he left Drew without a ride.
It’s not late. It’s not even midnight. But if Grady has gone home—with a female—then he’s probably at his place fucking, and Drew will have to hear it the entire night, and that’s gross and annoying.