Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Anya: Stop it. I’d never exclude anyone. Callum and Griffin need help having fun. You guys don’t.
Brock: Oh burn lol
Callum: I don’t need help having fun. I have plenty of fun.
No you don’t and neither do I. Anya is right, we need help.
Brock: If you guys want to have fun, you should be asking me, not Anya.
Anya: Hookers are not fun.
Paxton: Your girlfriend dressing up like one is.
Anya: Gross.
Brock: Nice.
Callum: Too much information.
…
Paxton: Speechless, Griff?
Not exactly the image I need next time I see Hartford.
Brock: Stop getting sidetracked. What’s this day of fun we were cut out of?
No idea.
Paxton: Oh shit, that would make me nervous. Anya in charge with no information. Good luck guys, I definitely don’t want in on this.
I laugh, but suddenly I wonder if I should be nervous. What could she have planned? I’ll be honest, I’m glad Callum is gonna be there.
Brock: One time Anya told me she had something fun planned and I had to end up taking her to the mall so she could hang out with Willow. And we all know I hate hanging out with Willow.
Callum: Anya Marie Atwood, I need details of what you have planned, or I’m going to work.
Anya: Wow, Brock. The mall was your idea, remember? You had a crush on some girl at the Sephora store. Callum, I’m taking you and Griffin to do ax throwing. Now can everyone stop texting so I can finish getting ready?
Ax throwing does sound kinda fun.
Callum picks me up and we arrive at Ax Attack. I never even noticed this place before and I drive by it almost every day.
“You ever been here?” I ask, looking up at the sign.
He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I laugh and slap his arm. “Come on, throwing an ax is probably therapeutic.”
“Working is therapeutic,” he huffs.
I shake my head and open my door. “We need to learn how to have fun that doesn’t include work.”
He climbs out and we meet in front of his truck. “We were both content until Anya said differently.”
I think about that for a minute. He’s right. Until Anya said something it never occurred to me and now it’s all I think about. I don’t want to be a boring guy who dedicates his entire life to work. The thought of waking up one day, alone, is starting to become a thought that I can’t handle because it happens. Look at Myrtle.
“I think she just brought to light what we’ve been denying.”
It’s what I want to believe, anyway.
“She’s a pushy little thing. Being the only girl she isn’t used to hearing the word no.”
He shoves his hands into his pockets and I chuckle. He looks at me, lifting an eyebrow.
“Sorry, but I think if she’s not used to hearing the word no, it’s because she learned it from her oldest brother.”
“I hear that word all the time,” he argues.
“Maybe, but you never accept it.”
A small grin hits his lips as he nods. “True.”
“You guys beat me here. Must mean you’re excited,” Anya says, smiling as she looks between us.
My heart slams against my chest when her eyes connect with mine. The wind is knocked out of me as her smile grows bigger.
She looks beautiful.
Her hair is down, framing her face. Her makeup is a bit heavier than normal, giving her a sexy look. The tight jeans she’s wearing are paired with a pink and black flannel that is unbuttoned with a black tank top underneath, making my dick take notice. Which is not a good thing.
“Yeah, as excited as I get going to the dentist,” Callum says, snapping me out of my eye-fucking of his sister.
Fuck. I’m eye-fucking his sister.
Anya laughs and it vibrates through me as I try to collect myself.
“Let’s go, you’re going to love this,” she says, pulling on his arm.
We walk through the door and I’m not sure what I imagined, but it wasn’t this. It’s a really cool setup. The entire place has a woodsy feel with lots of wood and string lights throughout. I’m also surprised at the vast variety of people playing.
There are couples who you can tell are on a date. Families with older children. Large groups and small groups. It’s pretty intriguing.
We are brought to our area and I look around. There’s what I can only describe as fencing separating the areas all the way to the ceiling. The back wall has two large wooden targets that are on a dark-wooden wall.
“Do not pass this line,” the employee explains. He’s an older kid, probably sixteen, or seventeen with a big mustache and a mullet. I think he’s a Collins kid. They just recently moved to town, but I haven’t met any of them yet. His name tag reads ‘Freddie.’
I glance at the line, but as he continues to go over the rules my attention goes to the couple next to us. They are clearly on a date and I watch as she jumps into his arms after throwing her ax. They look so happy and I feel a ping of jealousy.