Page 49 of Five Brothers
“Bring ’em,” he says, excited. “This won’t be ready for an hour. Go get them and come back. They can play with Dex.”
Paisleigh has talked about Sanoa Bay all week. She’s dying to get back.
“Like, seriously,” Trace whispers, coming in close and puttinghis arm around me. “Macon is on a short fuse lately. We could use as many buffers as possible.”
Mmm, tempting.
Macon strolls down the stairs, hair wet from his shower and pulls on a T-shirt. He swings past us and into the living room like we aren’t even standing here, and I see faint circles under his eyes again. Army and Dallas pause their conversation as he enters the kitchen, and then I hear the clank of beer bottles and the fridge slamming shut.
Army looks over at me, tipping his chin in greeting, while Dallas stares at me like I should leave.
I don’t look, but I can feel Iron watching me.
“I have to get home,” I finally tell Trace and turn to leave. “You guys have fun.”
“Dress up tomorrow night!” he calls after me.
I suck in a huge breath all the way to my dad’s car.
6
Krisjen
Twenty-one to drink, eighteen to sleep over.
I laugh at the picture on my Instagram feed, a sign hanging on the outside of the Jaeger house tonight.
I look out the window of Mariette’s, seeing the bedsheet with the blocky black letters billow in the light breeze. Trace can be clever when he wants to be. And I have no doubt that sign wasallhis doing.
My phone rings, and I see Clay’s name. I swipe, answering it. “Hey,” I singsong, clearing the dirty plates from an empty table. “Having fun?”
“Oh my God, it’s fucking freezing up here.” I can hear the shiver in her laugh. “But New England is super pretty, and I should’ve known Liv wouldn’t have dodgy friends. I like them. But I’d like them better in Florida.”
Part of me wishes she’d decide to transfer up to Liv’s school. I’d miss her, but I’d love to live vicariously. Olivia Jaeger and Clay Collins are most beautiful when they’re together.
“What are you dressed as?” I ask.
“Look at IG. We win Halloween. And you?”
I pull my phone away from my ear to check the picture shemust’ve posted, but then I remember I’m still talking to her. “I’m not dressed as anything,” I tell her. “I’m going home.”
“No, you have to go to the party.”
“Why?”
“Because I need more dirt.”
I exhale hard, dumping the dishes next to the dishwasher. “Yeah, at my expense. Jesus, you’re priceless.”
“Oh, just go for it,” she says. “I would.”
“Easy to say now from the comfort of a committed relationship when you don’t have to suffer any of the consequences for careless behavior.”
“Whatever.”
Damn right, and I open my mouth to tell her that, but she cuts me off.
“So hear me out,” she says in my ear. “I told Liv your situation—”