Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Two: I’m waiting, but not for long. I have donuts. On me since you’re food poor.
Oh my God.
I don’t have time to be annoyed. The last thing I want to do is drive myself to Hemingford Hall. I rush into the bathroom, brush my teeth and then my hair before pulling my long locks into a messy bun.
There’s no time for makeup.
What if one of my followers sees me?
Panic starts to set in as I contemplate grabbing my makeup bag to put it on in the car, but then Two’s blasting my phone again.
Two: Come on, Golden!
Two: Sixty seconds…fifty-nine…fifty-eight…
“Asshole,” I hiss, storming out of the bathroom. I snatch up my backpack and purse, nearly crashing into Mom as I exit my room.
“Whoa, sweetie,” Mom says with a chuckle. “Where are you headed off to in such a hurry? Coffee date with Tate?”
“Uh, no, sorry. Off to work on my project with my partner.”
She opens her mouth, ready to ask more questions, but I quickly kiss her cheek and rush down the stairs.
“Be careful! Let us meet this girl soon!”
Girl?
Oh crap. They’ll probably freak once they learn I’ve been running around with a guy. I’ll save that drama for another day.
Dad is in his office when I pass, but thankfully, he’s on the phone. I blow him a kiss and then run out the front door in a frenzy.
And, as promised, Two is already halfway down the road.
He freaking left me!
“Hey!” I holler, chasing after his stupid junk mobile. “It hasn’t been sixty seconds, asshole!”
He hits the brakes and waits for me to catch up. By the time I climb into his vehicle, I’m sweaty and pissed off.
“Rude!” I shriek, damn near on the verge of tears from frustration. “You can’t do that to me!”
Emotion clogs my throat and I feel like I’m going to cry. Over a stupid boy! But it’s not just him. It’s everything. School, my family, work. I’ve just got a lot on my plate and I’m starting to feel overwhelmed. The last thing I need is Two adding more stress. My bottom lip wobbles and I bite on it.
“You like butterscotch coffee?” Two asks in greeting. “Hope so.”
I stare at the coffee in the cupholder from my favorite place. Rather than yelling at him more or crying, I pick the coffee up and sip it. It’s sweet and delightful. “Thank you.”
He gasses his car and we barrel down the road. “Sorry for being a dick last night. Is that why you’re about to cry?”
Last night, he did hurt my feelings. However, it wasn’t out of character for him. Dempsey and Spencer showed up right after he walked away, so it was a good distraction.
“I’m not about to cry,” I grumble, though the tremor in my voice says otherwise.
“Liar.”
Anger flares in my chest, chasing away the hysteria. I sip on my coffee and peek over at Two. Today he’s dressed casually like me in a PMU hoodie and jeans. Except instead of a messy bun, he’s wearing a worn ball cap to cover his chaotic hair.
“We’re twins,” I say with a snort. “Of course we are.”
He bristles and ignores the statement. Whatever. I’ll be able to handle his surly ass a lot better after coffee. By the time we make it to Hemingford Hall, my coffee has done its job and I’ve devoured two chocolate-glazed donuts.
Two doesn’t say anything as he parks and shuts off the car. He grabs his coffee and backpack before striding away toward the front door. I follow after him, my short legs unable to keep up with him. He’s already inside and gone by the time I reach the landing.
“He said he wants to look in the attic,” Paula says in greeting. “Good morning. You guys are up early today.”
“Just excited,” I tell her and mean it. “Do you think we could have any scrap material we find for our miniature model?”
“Of course. Take whatever you want as long as it’s nothing of value. I trust your judgment.”
I thank her and then hurry to find Two. When I reach the second floor, I find him at the end of the hall, pulling down a ladder from the ceiling. He’s dropped his belongings haphazardly in the middle of the floor. I take a moment to move his stuff to the wall and then add mine. By the time I finish, he’s already disappeared into the attic.
With a sigh, I crawl up the rickety ladder and into the dark, musty space. I sure as hell hope nothing jumps out at me. If I see a mouse, I’ll legit die.
I shudder just thinking about the time Dempsey found a dead mole in the yard and chased me around with it. He shoved it into my shirt. When I finally got it out from under my clothing and gathered the nerve to pick it up, I nailed him square in the nose with it. Made him bleed and everything. He deserved it one hundred percent.