Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,65
she actually would—call, but I wasn’t going anywhere until she did.
As I was stuffing the last of the toast in my mouth, Gray walked into the living room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and his phone to his ear. “Yeah, he’s here,” I heard him say to whoever he was on the phone with. “Looks fine to me, Kas.”
I shot him a look as he fell onto the couch, stretching out before crossing his legs. “No. You don’t need to talk to him. I just told you he was fine…Because I want to talk to you, that’s why. He can suck it.”
I rolled my eyes and washed down the toast with a big swallow of coffee. Knowing Gray wouldn’t hand over his phone to me or anyone else when it was Kassa on the other end, I cleared my throat. “I’m good, Kas. Love you,” I called out so she could hear me.
“See? He’s fine, just as I told you.” He listened for a second before grunting. “Fine. Kas says she loves you too, dickhead.”
Gray stayed on the couch, talking to Kassa about anything and everything that seemed to come to Kassa’s mind. I knew my sister loved me and confided in me, but not the way she did Gray. I was glad that they had that kind of relationship. I was thankful that Gray cared about her just as much as I did and would listen to her complain for two hours straight about her day without grumbling about her taking up his time.
They were still on the phone when my own cell buzzed with an incoming text. I picked it up, saw it was from Kin and pulled up the message.
Will be at First Bass in an hour. You coming?
My brows lifted at that. Thought you were grounded.
ANGIE IS HERE.
Of course. That answered that particular question perfectly. Smirking at the screen, I quickly sent her a text back, letting her know I’d see her at the club, before getting to my feet. Gray didn’t even spare me a second glance as I took my dirty dishes into the kitchen to put them in the sink before heading into my bedroom to change.
Pulling a clean shirt over my head, I picked my phone up again.
You gonna need bail money and a lawyer?
There was a long pause but I soon saw that she had read my message.
Funny.
I grinned at the text and then at the next one that followed.
Maybe…
Laughing, I grabbed my keys and headed out.
Kin
Angie had called and told me to be waiting on the curb. I hadn’t questioned her, just gotten dressed for a night out in my favorite jeans, a tank top and my coat. I’d tiptoed downstairs in my sock feet and silently closed the front door behind me as I’d carried my boots with me.
She was already waiting on me when I got to the curb and I jumped in without giving my father’s house a second glance. Angie gunned the engine of the powerful car Caleb must have rented, burning rubber for a moment before she was pulling out into traffic.
I started slipping my feet into my boots, already laughing at the fierce look on my stepsister’s face. I’d just snuck out, but there hadn’t been any problems with getting caught. Jillian and her daughters were out, but Scott was somewhere in the house. But the look on Angie’s face and the smirk on her lips made it seem like she had just helped me escape Folsom or some shit. From the way she was driving, I was pretty sure she thought the cops were going to appear at any moment and try to take me away from her.
“You okay?” Angie asked five minutes into the drive.
“With you and Caleb here, I’m more than okay.” It was the truth. I had never been more okay than I was right in that moment.
“Good.” She nodded, her blond hair falling into her face. With a sigh she pushed the thick locks back. “Where ya wanna go, little sis?”
“First Bass,” I didn’t hesitate to tell her. “It’s where Lucy will have taken Caleb.”
“The rocker boy’s club, right?” She nodded to herself. “Cash and the guys play there, right?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. Every Thursday night. Cash won’t be there tonight, though. Not unless Caleb called him.”
“He couldn’t get hold of Cash, so it’s just us.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and glanced at the texts Jace and I had been sending back and