“You care, you ungrateful motherfucker. You have a great opportunity, don’t fuck it up.” Hudson said firmly, cradling a Bud Light against his chest. It turned out a talent scouthadbeen watching Reed and had approached Coach Samuels. Discussions had been held about future drafting, which should have been as exciting as fuck, but of course, Storm’s silence was messing with his head.
And then Hudson dropped his bomb. “She’s back, by the way.”
Reed’s ears pricked up. “What?”
“Storm. She’s home.”
Fuck. I didn’t take that news well, considering I had arranged to go and see Summers the following morning; another reason to not drink myself into a coma.
I knew the time had come. I’d go over there and hear him out. The whole Storm, sister-saga was something I hoped to put off untilafterI spoke with my dad.
“How do you know?”
“Molly just told me,” Hudson said as we both watched Reed place the bottle on the table in front of him.
“Shit,” he said, pushing to his feet and checking his jeans for his keys. Even though neither of us needed to question him, Hudson did.
“Where are you going?”
“Where do you think?”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” I said, narrowing my eyes. The look he shot me was priceless. Stupid being my middle name.
“I’ll see you losers later.”
“What about dinner?” Hudson called.
“I’d rather eat my own dick than the shit your girlfriends are cooking. Sorry, no offense,” Reed replied with a meaty grin. It was the first sign of life in over a week.
As he left, Hudson and I exchanged a look. “How do you think that will go?”
“I have no clue. How about you?”
My brow scrunched as I shrugged and stated. “I have no clue either.”
“I don’t mean about that. What are you intending to do about Storm? She’s your half-sister.”
“I know, but I could hardly have a word when she’s been in Jacksonville forever. I suppose I’ll see her tomorrow.”
I’d already confided in Hudson that I had a meeting with dear old daddy the following morning.
“You want me to come with you tomorrow?”
Lowering the bottle, I placed it on the table next to Reed’s vodka, noticing the half-empty bottle.
Both Hudson and I realized at the same second and glanced at the door Reed had just left through.
“Shit,” I said, pushing to my feet as my brother did the same. “Has he gone? Did you hear the door?” We both raced out into the hallway. It was clear that Reed intended todriveover to Storms, which would be fine on a normal day. But not when he had just sunk half a bottle of vodka!
“What’s going on?” Molly said as she appeared from the dining room.
Hudson unhooked her coat and threw it over. Her pretty face was pulled in confusion as she caught it. “We need to stop Reed.”
“OK,” she began unsurely, shrugging into her coat. “What about dinner? I don’t think leaving Harper to it is a good thing. You’ll have no kitchen to come back to.”
I was tugging on my boots when Hudson rattled his keys and said, “Nix, stay here with Harper, we’ll go get Reed.”
“Ten four,” I said, taking his instruction. It’s not like I could drive either, and Hudson had only had beer. Saying that, I shouldn’t be on the road period, but that’s a story for another time. Hud was always the most sober of the Sawyers. His father had been an alcoholic fuck so go figure.
