“Time?” Reed asks him.
“Yeah,” James replies. “Let’s get a move on.”
It’s a smaller plane, and we’re the last ones on. Something about James having to do a secure check of every passenger. I don’t know.
I just go where they tell me to.
Reed and I are sitting in the front row. He’s so fucking tall that he has to have the leg room, even if First Class in this plane seems to have a decent amount. He lets me have the window seat for this flight, and I shove my backpack under my seat as the attendant comes around.
“Oh shit,” Reed grunts, his phone out and staring at a text on the screen.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Just got another text from Andi,” he replies. “She said she decided to stay at the house instead of the hotel like she originally planned.”
Andi…
Andersyn Matthews, Reed’s older sister.
The mere mention of her weaves my stomach into knots. I’ve had a crush on her for ages, dating back to when Reed and I first met in grade school. She’s five years older than us. Though, she's never treated us like kids. Maybe that’s why I wrote poem after poem for her in high school and never gave them to her.
I haven’t seen her in five years.
Except for her social media photos.
I follow her on my personal account, and each time she comes across the feed, those familiar butterflies swarm my insides.
I’m not sure whether to be excited or not about her staying at the house during this show run. Reed said she’s going to be our photographer for the week until PR finds a suitable replacement. I thought I would just see her at practice and maybe flirt a little. Nothing serious because I know better than to fuck with Reed’s sister.
Though now…
Mother fucker.
After James drops Zeb and Bonnie off at the hotel, he drives Reed and me into the suburbs where the house we bought his parents is.
“Are you sure it’s okay with your mom if I’m there?” I ask, remembering the last time we’d been home.
“She’s never turned you away before,” Reed replies. “Pretty sure she loves you more than me.”
I chuckle under my breath as we turn onto the road.
The neighborhood is a far cry from where we grew up. It was the very first thing Reed and I knew we had to do when we made a little money.
Get his parents out of the house that held too many fucked up memories for all of us.
James pulls into the long, u-shaped drive in front of the two-story farmhouse, and nerves quake through me. Not just because of seeing Reed’s mom again after basically telling her to fuck off the last time I’d been there, but because standing on the threshold of the home is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.
Gods.
Fucking.
Damn.
How has she grown even sexier in the last five years?
I can’t even open my door for how pointedly I’m staring at her.
Andi is leaning against the doorframe, her dark purple waves over her left shoulder, the right side still undercut with a small braid where her part would have been. She’s wearing a slouchy green sweater and black shorts that show off her thick legs.
