do you have a sweet spot for my brother?”
She shakes her head, but I’m pretty sure she’s blushing. “Not a chance. He’s got a lot of work ahead of him. Just thought I’d lend a hand.”
I put two more bottles on a tray and Noelle picks it up. When she turns to squeeze past me, I study her closely. I’m not sure what’s going through that pretty little head of hers, and quite frankly, I’m not sure I want to know.
Whatever it is, I get the feeling it has everything to do with my brother.
Is it wrong of me to hope that’s the case?
Bianca
“Can I stay at Gabby’s tonight? We’re gonna watch a movie?” I ask my mom when she walks in the door at five. I know she snuck away from the bar in an effort to check on me. She went in a little earlier than usual to take care of something important.
“I need to talk to her mom,” she answers.
“Gabby already asked,” I tell her from my spot on the couch. I’m lying down, holding my phone above me so I can text Gabby with Mom’s answer. “Her mom said yes. I’ll tell Gabby you’re gonna call her.”
My mom appears in the living room. “You sure you wanna spend the night? I can always see if Julie’ll fill in for me and hang with you if you don’t wanna be left alone.”
I smile. “I really do want to spend the night with her. We’ve been working on…” Crap. I almost let it slip about the Facebook post. “We’re working on a music video.”
My mom gives me a funny look. “A music video?”
That was the first thing that came to mind. “Yeah. You know. The singing and stuff.”
“Are you the one singing?”
I giggle. Gabby and I have recorded ourselves singing a few times. It’s funny. “Sometimes.”
“All right. I’ll call her, then I’ll drop you off.”
“Yeah!” I hop up and run upstairs to grab my stuff. I already packed my bag because my mom never says no when I want to go to Gabby’s. I double-check to make sure I put my laptop in the bag.
Yep. It’s there.
We really are working on a project. We’re trying to come up with a way to ensure my dad sees that Facebook post. We haven’t come up with anything yet, but surely there’s something we can do. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever.
I’m tired of waiting.
32
Kingston
I haven’t seen Ellie since last Saturday, after the hospital benefit when we… Yeah. Although our schedules didn’t mesh—our games were away—I spent far more time than is probably healthy thinking about that night in the limo.
In fact, I’m thinking about it now…
Fuck. I think it’s getting hot in here.
I really have to keep my head out of the gutter.
It would probably be a hell of a lot easier to do if I would act on some of these urges, rather than dancing around them the way I have been. However, I keep telling myself I have to take it slow with Ellie. I don’t want to rush her, don’t want to pressure her. More importantly, I don’t want to push her away. So I’ve managed to be a total gentleman—on too many nights as of late—which my balls aren’t too happy about.
Since we’re heading out on the road on Monday, the weekend will be my only opportunity to see her until Thanksgiving, and quite frankly, I can’t wait to be alone with her again.
“Mount Rushmore!” Noelle exclaims when I step up to the bar.
I smile at Ellie’s best friend, hugging her when she throws her arms around my neck.
“You’re not working tonight?” I ask. It’s rare not to see either of them working.
“A girl gets a night off every now and then.”
Funny how on her night off, Noelle still comes to work.
“Why didn’t you get here with the guys earlier?” she asks, sipping from the straw in her glass.
“I had a couple of errands to run.” I don’t bother telling Noelle that was only about an hour and a half ago. I don’t know how long she’s been sitting here or how many drinks she’s had, but I think it’s safe to say she has lost track of time.
“Please tell me Ellie took my advice and decided to challenge your kinky side.”
Someone should probably put a warning label on Noelle for her abrupt subject changes.
I pull back, staring down at the blonde who’s been practically glued to Ellie’s side ever since I met Ellie. “Challenge?”
Her