The Year I Became Isabella Ande - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,60
literally have to stab my nails into my palms just to stop myself from snatching one and gobbling it up. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because . . . they have pot in them, right?”
He chuckles at me. “You’re adorable. I can see why Kai likes you.”
Before I can even wrap my head around what he said, an arm drops down on my shoulders.
“There you are,” Kai says casually, but I can feel the tension in his arm muscles. “I look away for like a second and you disappear on me. What happened?”
“I stepped in piss and got distracted,” I explain, glancing down at my boot. “Or at least I think it was piss.”
Bradon puts a finger to his lip, seeming way too fixated on me. “Seriously adorable.”
Kai gives me a questioning look. “How did you end up with Bradon?”
I lean in, keeping my voice low. “He found me in the crowd, licked my hand when I tried to introduce myself, then brought me in here, offered me a brownie, and called me adorable when I asked him if there was pot in it. I don’t know why. I haven’t done anything that could remotely constitute being called adorable.”
Kai presses his lips together as he angles his head so he can look me in the eye. “You asked him if his brownies had pot in it?” he asks, struggling not to laugh.
“Why is that so amusing?” I feel like the butt of a joke I don’t get. “You told me not to eat them, because they have pot in them, right? I just wanted to make sure.”
Kai glances at Bradon, who’s still staring at me like I’ve sprouted a unicorn horn out of my forehead.
“Can I borrow her for the night?” Bradon asks Kai, with his bloodshot eyes drinking in my every move.
“I’m not on loan,” I quip then shrug. “Sorry.”
Kai chokes on a laugh while Bradon blinks at me, confounded.
“Okay, how about we go get you something to drink,” Kai says to me then steers me across the kitchen and away from Bradon.
Once we reach the counter lined with all sorts of different shaped alcohol bottles, he lifts his arm from my shoulders. “So, what’s your drink?” He holds up his hands. “No, wait a minute. Let me guess. A wine cooler.”
“I’ve never had a wine cooler before,” I admit.
He reaches for a bottle filled with red liquid that has tiny little flakes at the bottom, picks it up, pulls a face, and then sets it down. “Then what did you drink while you were overseas?”
“Lots of stuff. Whenever we’d do shots, though, Indigo would always make us do vodka.” I shudder, remembering the scorching burn.
Kai muses over something then moves for the fridge. When he returns, he has a beer in his hand. “How about a beer? I don’t think it’ll make you pull that face you just made when you mentioned vodka.”
I gratefully take the beer and twist the cap off while Kai grabs a plastic cup and fixes himself a drink using soda and whiskey.
“Now what do we do?” I ask as he screws the cap back on the whiskey.
“Whatever you want.” He downs a large swallow from his cup.
I smile artfully at him. “Okay, well if that’s the case then I want to chase a unicorn, run on a rainbow, and swim in a lake made of gold.”
He rolls his eyes at me, but a smile plays at the corners of his lips. “We can do whatever you want within the realm of reality.”
“Reality’s no fun, though.” I pout.
“That’s not true,” he says, his gaze drifting across the room. “I bet you’ve had fun in reality before.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I sip my beer, remembering the time I probably had the most fun. “I did have a lot of fun on my trip.”
“Okay, that’s a starting point.” He swishes around his cup. “What did you do on the trip that was so fun?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I saw a ton of cool stuff and did a crap load of crazy things. You saw the pics on my blog, right?”
“I saw the pics,” he says. “But I want to know about these so-called crazy things you did. Because a lot of those photos were of places. Not you.”
“We did a lot of stuff, but I guess one of my favorite things was when we went clubbing.”
His brows shoot up. “You went clubbing?”
“You don’t have to sound so shocked about it.” I chug down half my beer as my