Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,100

entertainment lawyer had done some push back on the terms so we were waiting on that.

“Sixty seconds, class. Anyone still taking the test, you have sixty seconds.”

A chorus of groans followed her announcement, but I tuned them out. The minute the bell rang, I was up and out the door. Today was going to be interesting. At least it had gotten warmer, so by the time I hit the door for outside, I shifted my backpack and stripped off my sweatshirt, dragging it over my head one armed before shrugging the rest off.

My T-shirt rode up, and a couple of people wolf-whistled. I ignored them and tossed the sweatshirt over my shoulder before dragging the backpack over it. I’d worn a plain white tee under it, and it was easily kissing eighty out here. Damn near perfect weather.

I made it to my car first. Jake and I had brought Frankie today. Archie had been out late with his grandpa, and Bubba had some breakfast thing with his dad that he’d stayed home for. Since it was just the three of us, I drove for a change.

Archie pulled up behind me and flipped his sunglasses up onto his head. “We still on for this afternoon?”

“Far as I know. No one changed any plans on me.”

“Cool, I’ll let Jeremy know we’re on our way, and I’ll meet you guys at the house.”

“Hey, Arch…” I threw a glance toward the building, but there was no sign of Frankie or Jake yet. Bubba had brought his bike since he pulled it out on every decent day to ride. “You said your grandfather had it covered, right?”

“Yep, but it’s up to her to accept it. You too. Bubba can pull it off academically, but he’s still waiting on the conservatory.”

Not to mention, he was seriously debating full time college versus full time recording. His interest in other careers wasn’t there, and I got that. Still, he wanted to go where we were, and the visit to Harvard had been so much fun for her. At the same time, she hadn’t gotten upset or complained about her waitlisting, she’d just enjoyed the trip.

“We’ve got a couple of other things to go over too,” Archie reminded me, and I nodded. Yeah, we’d gotten word at lunch that Wittaker had an update on the names that Archie’s dad had given them. There was also more from the lab. “Chin up, Coop. We’re almost done. Six weeks from now, we test and then we’re outta here for good.”

I chuckled. “I’d be fine if it were tomorrow.”

“Same,” Archie said, then whistled, and I glanced back to find Frankie and Jake heading toward us. Bubba was right behind them. “I’ll catch you guys at the house.”

“Yep,” I told him as I patted the side of his car and backed off. Frankie blew him a kiss, even as she reached me, and then she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a real kiss. “Hey, beautiful, you look beat.”

“G is drilling us daily now,” she said with a groan. “And we’re practicing essay questions this week, so it’s been two essays a class.”

Jake chuckled and tossed his bag and hers into the backseat. The rumble of Bubba’s motorcycle pulling up interrupted his answer. Frankie grinned at him from where she cuddled up to me. I kept an arm around her because she didn’t usually demand a lot of affection at school. Pressing my lips to her forehead, I frowned. It was definitely on the warm side. I glanced at Jake, but he shook his head.

“You feeling okay, Angel?” Bubba asked, turning off the engine so we didn’t have to shout over it.

“Just tired,” she admitted. “Long day.”

“You want to go for a ride? It’s warm enough and might make you feel better.”

As much as she was leaning into me, I opened my mouth to object, but Frankie shook her head. “I forgot my jacket, and I’m not feeling up for it.”

That had Bubba’s eyebrows up, and Jake’s. He slid a palm under her hair to the back of her neck. “She’s been pretty tired since lunch.”

“Horny boys don’t let me get enough sleep,” she teased and poked me in the side. In all fairness, we really had kept her up last night.

Bubba frowned, and I found myself agreeing. I didn’t totally buy that it was lack of sleep either. Still, we’d play it by ear. “We’ll meet you at Archie’s,” I said. “Unless you want to drop the bike off and