ruin my underwear. All before the date.
Hell, there was no denying it now.
The date was going to suck balls.
I stripped out of my jeans, took care of business with the super plus tampon, then cleaned up as best as I could before wrapping a towel around my bottom half and heading for my old bedroom.
I was happy to see that nobody was in my line of sight.
I was unhappy to see that my old bedroom had been taken over by my dad’s gun room.
Luckily, my dresser was still in there.
Even more lucky, I still had clothes in said dresser.
Dropping the towel, I started to search through the panties in the top drawer, trying to find a pair that would fit.
In the end, I chose the ones that were also the stupidest.
The ones that my best friend had bought me as a gag gift the day that I turned eighteen.
They read, ‘With an ass like this, who needs big tits.’
I was literally about to slip them up over my ass when the door opened, and my dad walked in.
I knew it was my dad because of the way he was talking on his phone to my mother.
“I already said that I got her the tampons. Jesus Christ, Memphis,” Dad said.
My father had seen me in my underwear before, so I wasn’t hurried as I picked the towel up off the floor, wrapped it around my lower half, and turned around.
Except, Dad wasn’t alone.
Hayes was with him.
Hayes who was staring at me as if seeing me in my underwear was an everyday occurrence.
I squeaked and covered myself with the towel again.
“Dad!” I cried out. “Can’t you knock!”
Dad, who was pulled away from his conversation with my mother, frowned.
“Why are you in my gun room?” he asked.
I threw up one arm.
“Do you want to know why?” I paused. “Though, just sayin’, this was my room way before it was anything of yours. But, let’s just say that it is your gun room now. Which it isn’t. This is still my room. It has pink walls and a Justin Bieber poster for God’s sake. But, also, it has my underwear. My underwear that I needed since I bled through my old ones.”
Dad didn’t say a word, and neither did Hayes.
My brother, who was obviously here now, laughed his ass off as he came up with his son in his arms staring at me like the freak show that I was.
“Oh, this is great.” He paused. “But you might want to hurry. You only have about five minutes to make it to your date… assuming you didn’t ruin your pants, too?”
I narrowed my eyes at my brother, studiously ignored looking at Hayes, and shoulder-checked my dad since he was in my way.
There was a chuckle that I knew came from the person that I wasn’t acknowledging, but I didn’t turn around to check and make sure because Lock was right.
I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry.
Chapter 2
Guess who got a lot done today? Not me. But probably someone.
-Hayes’ secret thoughts
Hayes
One hour earlier
“Wanted some information on the Highway to Haughton Killer,” I said. “Ashe started talking to me about it one afternoon during a SWAT training day, and I’ve kind of become addicted.” I paused. “Luke sent me your way because you might know more people than he does when it comes to the police department. Since I’m not allowed to go through official personnel files.”
Downy nodded his head. “Sounds good. Give me a ride home and I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”
I looked at my watch, seeing that I had at least two hours before my date, and agreed.
“I need to run by the store, though,” Downy said. “That okay?”
I nodded. “It’s not like it’s my gas.”
Downy snorted and guided me to the corner grocery store. The one that I never went in to because there was a certain brunette that worked the front counter that I’d slept with one of the first weeks I’d been in Kilgore. Now she chose to use every fuckin’ chance when she saw me to propose another date when that was most certainly not what I wanted from her.
Knowing I couldn’t say no, I drove to the store and was walking inside with him