for my mug and fill it to the top with coffee. I take a sip and set it back down on the edge of the counter between us.
She crosses her arms on her chest and arches one of her brows. “I don’t know, Uncle Ollie. Was forgetting about our plans necessary? Hmm?”
Ah. “You’re upset.”
“Consider me worried,” she corrects, sliding onto one of the stools tucked under the breakfast counter. “At this rate, your dick might fall off from all the strenuous activity you put it through.”
I practically choke on air, coughing up a lung at her casual demeaner. “Don’t talk like that! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Her nose scrunches. “Why would you have a heart attack? Because I said the word dick, or because I’m talking about yours?”
Yep, she’s trying to kill me. “There will be no dick-talk whatsoever, get me?”
Usually, she goes easy on me when it comes to what we talk about. She’s mentioned that asshole Jaxson Clark once since moving here, but only to tell me she didn’t want to talk about him. Whenever I tell her we can, she says the same thing every single time.
He’s not worth the breath.
It kills me knowing she must think about him but bottles up whatever the fuck happened. She said he thought of her as a bet, and while she never came out with it, it hurt her. Everett spoke to the douches parents but got nothing from them, which only pissed Everett off more.
And me? I still want to punch the guy.
But punching teenage boys isn’t going to be good for me now that I’m twice their age. Does it make my fists stop twitching any less? No, especially not when Charlie is involved. I know she doesn’t need protecting, she’s proven herself worthy of taking care of herself, but there’s this heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel the need to look out for her anyway.
“What if I have a question about—”
Covering my ears quickly, I belt out, “No. Nope. This is where I draw the line. I’m not your middle school health teacher. I’m not here to answer your questions about these things.”
I can hear her loud, bubbly laugh through the palms that cup my ears. Shaking my head, I rest my arms to my sides.
She slides off the stool, her Converse smacking the linoleum floor in a thud. “Go put on some pants and take me to the museum like you promised. We don’t have all day.”
Eyeing her, I said, “Fine. But you can’t do what you just did with Tatiana. We could get in a lot of trouble if people start making accusations in public about us.”
She waves me off. “Whatever you say, Uncle Ollie.”
“And don’t call me that,” I grumble, turning to my bedroom.
The humor in her tone echoes as she calls out from behind me, “I’m sorry. Would you prefer it if I call you Ollie Poo?”
I’ve known since the day Charlie Tucker came into my life that she is going to be the death of me.
And I think she enjoys every second.
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Acknowledgments
Four drafts later and we have my eighth book release, and I’m so thankful for the people who are always there to help me make it my best yet.
Micalea Smeltzer is the Kris to my Kim and has reminded me countless times never to get lost in my head when it comes to writing. Shout out to the best Momager a girl could ask for. We’ll talk about that 10%.
Jessica Roessler, you always pull through when I need you. Thank you for dealing with my crazy ass, reading Color Me Pretty, sending me novel-long emails with your thoughts, and running my teams so I can focus on writing.
Melissa Millman and Ashlee Little, you ladies rock! Betas are so important to the process and you both made this book the best it could be. I appreciate all your help on this.
Letitia Hasser has done every one of my book covers, and Color Me Pretty’s is by far a favorite of mine. Everything about it screams beauty, pain, and hope just as I wanted it to. You’re a true queen and I’m so lucky to work with you on bringing my baby’s to life.
My readers. Every single one of you. Thank you. I love you. I appreciate you.
All the best,
B
About the Author
B. Celeste’s obsession with all things forbidden and taboo enabled her to pave a path into a new world of raw, real, emotional romance.