Easy Kisses (The Boudreaux Series Book 4) - Kristen Proby Page 0,46
trying to come up with something, and then shrug.
“Honestly, Charly never really got into much trouble,” Gabby says. “I was the one that got pregnant right out of high school. Van got married right away. Charly was always just career minded.”
“Yeah, I don’t think she got into much trouble,” Van says, but Declan is just smiling at me, keeping his mouth shut, but he couldn’t be more obvious.
“Clearly, Declan knows something you don’t,” Simon says. “Spill it, mate.”
“I was sworn to secrecy,” Declan says and shakes his head. “Sorry.”
“Wait, you know something we don’t?” Gabby demands. “I want to know.”
“Me too,” Van says.
“Me three,” Sarah adds, who has been watching the conversation with rapture, “and it’s completely none of my business.”
“I will pull every hair from your body with tweezers,” I say calmly and take a sip of water, my eyes on Declan. “And you know that’s not a threat.”
“I do like my hair,” he replies. “But it was a long time ago, Char. Who cares if I tell them now? Even Dad isn’t here to punish you.”
“It deserved punishment?” Simon asks and leans over to whisper in my ear. “I can spank you later.”
And cue the wet panties. Again.
“I heard that,” Declan says and scowls at Simon.
“I don’t care,” I say with a shrug, and everyone leans toward Declan in excitement.
“Charly was about sixteen,” he begins, then looks at me for confirmation to continue. I just sigh and nod.
What the hell?
“It was summertime,” he continues, “so we were all staying out in the Bayou, at the house Gabby lives in now. The nearest neighbor is about a half a mile away, and at the time it was owned by this really mean old lady with her teenage grandson.”
“She wasn’t that old,” I remind them all, “but to us back then, she was ancient.”
“Was this that guy, oh what was his name?” Van asks and taps her nails on the table. “Jerry? Larry? Terry?”
“His name was Eddie,” I reply.
“Eddie!” she snaps her fingers. “That’s right.”
“And we were just friends.”
“Sure,” Gabby says with a nod. “Of course you were.”
“Anyway, Charly told Mom that she was going to a friend’s house for a sleepover and instead she snuck out with Eddie to go camping.”
“In the swamp?” Sarah asks.
“No, just in his backyard. I wasn’t that adventurous, but he had a really cool telescope, and you could see the planets and stuff.”
“Sure, he was going to show you his telescope,” Gabby says with a snort.
“Do you like looking at the stars, darling?” Simon asks and kisses my cheek.
“Yeah, it’s kind of fun.” I shrug and prepare myself for the rest of the story.
“Well, all I know is, in the middle of the night, I can’t sleep, and I’m sitting up, looking out my window, and I see Charly running over the grass, under the trees, to the house. And I mean she’s running. I don’t think she’s ever run that fast.
“So I go downstairs, and she is sneaking in the front door, trying not to make any noise, but then she turns around and sees me and lets out a scream.”
“You snuck up on me!”
“So I put my hand over her mouth and she fucking bites me.”
“Again, you snuck up on me.”
“And when she finally calms down and stops being so freaking dramatic, she tells me that Eddie’s yard is haunted and it scared her so she ran home.”
“Yep, that’s what I told you.”
“But I don’t believe that was true.”
Now all of the eyes swing toward me and I’m left squirming in my seat.
“Not really, no.”
“What really happened?” Simon asks.
“It’s dumb.”
“You have to tell us now,” Van says with a grin.
“Well, we had already looked at the stars and the planets and stuff, and I could tell that Eddie didn’t just ask me out there to look through his telescope.”
“Shocker,” Gabby says with a snort.
“But I wasn’t going to let him into my pants. I was only sixteen. So, I challenged him to a throwing competition. It was lame, even to me, but I bet him that he couldn’t throw as far as me. His yard had tons of rocks in it.
“It actually got kind of fun. We would find different targets to challenge the other to hit, like a tree or a bush and stuff like that. I had a good arm. But then, it was my turn to throw, and I tripped and the rock went flying in the wrong direction, right through his grandmother’s bedroom window.