Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Shiloh took her glass and leaned back in the lounger. She wasn’t as tanned as Trinity, but her skin tone had more color than mine. It went perfectly with her long black hair, blue eyes that reminded me of the sky, and one singular dimple when she smiled. While Shiloh’s appearance made me feel intimidated, her personality brought me in. Made me want to get to know her. She was friendly, funny, and easy to talk to. With her sunglasses pulled down and her skin glistening with the tanning oil, she reminded me of a bikini model.
“This is delicious,” Shiloh told Trinity.
Trinity was less intimidating in looks. She was beautiful, sure, but she didn’t have the exotic, stunning look that Shiloh had. Trinity was curvy with dark brown hair, a heart-shaped face, almond-shaped brown eyes, and, well, the boob and butt fairies had been good to her.
I owned one bathing suit. It was a white bikini that my sister had given me. Gran had never approved of swimming, so I hadn’t owned a bathing suit. The bikini I owned was one that Irish had bought online, and she’d said it had more fabric than she liked. My sister had had not one shy bone in her body. She’d liked to show it off too.
White on my pale skin made me feel like a glowing white orb, but I also hadn’t wanted to turn down the chance to make friends. While they were tanning, I was wearing sunblock that I never went anywhere without and staying under the umbrella that covered the table.
I took a small sip of the margarita, and it did taste good. I hadn’t imagined alcohol would taste like this. There was a lot I didn’t know. Things I had thought I’d learn from Irish, but we’d only had such a short time together. My chest ached, and I tried not to think about her.
“How long will the boys be gone?” Shiloh asked.
“Huck didn’t say for sure. I know it’s college football game day, but the party is being held over at the shop. Huck doesn’t want it here this weekend. He said he would ride back with Gage. Levi and Kye are keeping the SUV at the shop.”
Trinity turned to look at me. “We could have a movie night here. With Levi and Kye gone for the evening, we can take over the living room. I make really good homemade pizza. My cauliflower crust is the best.”
“Okay, if you’re making cauliflower crust, I’m going to have to convince Gage to give me up for a couple of hours,” Shiloh piped in.
Levi wasn’t going to be here. I tried not to panic. I would be fine. I couldn’t rely on him at night.
This morning, it had been clear that he was uncomfortable about the way we’d woken up. I could barely breathe. Having his hard, warm body wrapped around me, only being able to smell the whiskey smoke scent that clung to him, his hot breath against my skin—the things tingling in my body were wonderful and startling, all at once.
Then, he’d gotten away from me as fast as possible. I worried that meant no more sleeping in his bed when I had nightmares. They couldn’t last forever though. At some point, I had to get over them.
“Do you have a movie preference?” Trinity asked me, and I snapped out of obsessing over Levi.
“Uh, well, Gran didn’t let me watch television. We didn’t have one. But I did watch several TV series when I moved in with my sister.” I stopped. There I was, making myself sound like a weirdo. Why had I had to tell them that? I could have said romantic comedy or something.
Trinity slipped her sunglasses up and looked at me. “Are you telling me you are a movie virgin?”
I’d never heard it called that, but I nodded.
The grin that broke out on her face made her eyes dance with excitement. “Oh my God. We are going to have so much fun. I don’t even know where to start!”
“Pretty Woman,” Shiloh said matter-of-factly. “You made me watch that one when you realized it was something I didn’t remember, and I loved it.”
“That’s a good one, but I was thinking Top Gun or The Breakfast Club. You remember those, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve seen those. Pretty Woman or Clueless,” Shiloh replied.
Trinity laughed, sitting up and grabbing her phone. “We need a list. The Best Movies Ever list.”
“The Notebook!” Shiloh said. “It has to be The Notebook! I think I made Gage watch that five times after you had me watch it.”
“YES! And Titanic,” Trinity added.
“The Princess Bride … and, ohmygod, Dirty Dancing. I love that one.”
“Love Actually, Bridget Jones’s Diary, Ghost—oh! And Gone with the Wind!”
I realized I was smiling, watching the two of them get so excited over this. Irish had been more annoyed by my lack of movie knowledge. Not at me, but at Gran.