Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Bailey: For you to undergo selective memory suppression to forget last night.
A laugh bubbles up my chest.
Bailey: Hear me out.
Bailey: The procedure has been tried and tested. I calculated the success rate and it’s only 28%. But 28% is still better than nothing.
Bailey: You’ll have to go under drug-induced amnesia, where they basically fry your neurons, and there may be lasting damage.
Bailey: Sold on the idea yet?
Lev: Shockingly, not really.
Bailey: It IS the big 2-0 so I feel strongly that you should step up your game.
I can’t stop laughing because she is back to being Normal Bailey and Normal Bailey is my favorite thing in the whole entire world.
Lev: I’m never getting rid of that image. It is locked in my spank bank, in a 22-ton blast vault, with machine gun wielding guards, armed artillery, and surveillance cameras.
Bailey: I hope you know eye contact is out of the question for us.
Bailey: For eternity and beyond.
Lev: Why would I need to look at your eyes when your ass is so fine?
I’m flirting with her because I can. Because Thalia is no longer my girl-something. And because yesterday, it was clear that Bailey and I are done being platonic. Forever.
Bailey: I’m talking if-we-ever-meet-in-heaven-I’ll-pretend-I-don’t-know-you.
Lev: You weren’t you.
Bailey: Is it too late to tell you I have an evil twin sister?
Lev: Your evil twin sister is fun.
Lev: Mind if I hook up with her?
Bailey: Lol. What’s wrong with you?
Lev: Mommy issues, separation issues, trust issues, and I think I’m too much of a people pleaser. Your turn?
Bailey: I love too hard.
Bailey: Stay away from my sister, Cole.
Lev: Come on. Daria isn’t that bad.
I put my phone away, adjust my hard-on, then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.
Famished, I make my way downstairs. The house is a total graveyard in the mornings, since it’s only Dad and me and Dad jogs ten miles every day. Which is why I’m surprised to see a silhouette of long hair and a pencil skirt standing in the kitchen, sipping coffee.
Dixie? She spent the night here?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the idea that Dad’s getting some action. It’s been four freaking years. I love Mom and miss her every day, but Dad needs to move on.
Mom was hell-bent on the idea of Dad marrying again. She said he was too young and too hot to stay single. I don’t know why he is keeping Dixie a secret.
It’s not like they aren’t going to restaurants and movies together, or spending holidays together. Dixie is like family. Ridiculously fuckable family.
I’m about to enter the kitchen and make myself known when she checks the Cartier on her wrist (a birthday present from Dad), sucks in a quick breath, and drains her coffee in one gulp. My goodness, Dixie. Pull yourself together.
She plucks her jacket from the back of the stool and hurries out the door, closing it with the softest click.
Dixie spent the night here. Damn. How often has that been happening?
They were counting on me to never find out because on weekends, I usually wake up at sunset. But somehow, I still can’t imagine Dad moving on after Mom.
I tug my phone out of my pocket and call Knight. He answers, drowsy and irritated. “This better be good or I’m decapitating your ass.”
“Holy anger issues.” I roll my eyes. “Are you talking to me mid-sex? Because gross.”
“Morning sex is a luxury people with toddlers don’t have. Den finally let us sleep in today for the first time since he was born.” Den—or Cayden—is Knight and Luna’s three-year-old. He has more energy than a nuclear weapon. Causes about the same amount of damage too.
“Well, this is actually good. Or maybe just weird. Dunno yet.” I throw the fridge open and grab some milk, gulping it straight from the carton.
“Hit me.”
“I’m aiming low, so prepare your nuts.”
“Lay it on me, motherfucker.”
“Dixie spent the night here.”
Beat. Silence.
“When I said motherfucker, I wasn’t being literal. That’s my biological mom. What the fuck kind of joke do you think you’re making?”
“With Dad, you dumbass.” I slam the fridge door shut.
A callous laugh escapes Knight’s mouth. “Get the fuck out.”
“Yup.” I pop the P, my eye catching the ghost of a lipstick smear on the mug Dixie left behind. I didn’t imagine it. She really was here.
“You think they’re bumping uglies?” I can hear Knight scratching his stubble.
“Why else would she spend the night here?” I ravish a granola bar in one bite. “But then why doesn’t Dad just fess up? It’s not like we’ll be mad at him.”
“Nah, but he’ll be mad at himself.” I can hear Knight gurgling toothpaste and water in the background. “Hate to say this, but I think there’s an innocent explanation to her stayover.”
“He needs to move on,” I mutter.
“Yeah, like somebody else I know.” Touché. “By the way, how’s Bails doing? Heard she’s back in town, but Mel said she isn’t accepting any visitors.”