“So?”
“So, it’s illegal,” I point out.
“It was illegal when you did it too. Didn’t stop you.”
“Damn it, just get in my truck. I've gotta find my sister.”
“She wandered off with Chase, like, fifteen minutes ago. That way.” She waves toward the field, giving me another direction to aim my search.
“This is like herding fucking cats,” I mutter, stalking into the tall corn while the other two girls go to my truck.
If I catch my little sister hooking up with someone in a cornfield, I’m going to lose my shit.
Chase fucking Christiansen. Of course. That guy’s hands are all over her. Thank Christ she’s still dressed.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister, douchebag,” I growl.
Chase jumps back, eyes wide. “Fuck. Relax. I didn’t do anything.”
“Triiiipp,” Allie whines.
“If you don’t want me to tell Mom and Dad where I found you, go get in the truck, Allie.”
“Like you didn’t go to a million of these parties in high school.”
“Doesn’t mean it was smart. Now go,” I growl.
“Aren’t you coming?”
“Gonna have a little chat with Chase first. I’ll be there in a second.”
She groans, stomping off like a kid told she has to eat her broccoli before she gets dessert.
I skewer Chase with a glare, and he backs up a little. “Hey, man, don’t freak out—we were just having some fun.”
“Don’t.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t have fun with my sister. I don’t like you.”
He snorts as if I’m joking, but I’m not. I can sniff out this guy’s bullshit from a mile away.
“I mean it. Keep your hands off her, or you’ll regret it.”
I step a little closer, and he cowers. I give him a menacing smile and pat his cheek. “Good boy.”
Then I stalk off to my truck to yell at my little sister and her friends for being idiots.
The second I get in, Allie bursts into tears. “You’re so embarrassing.”
I roll my eyes. She’s always been the emotional one in my family—not steady like my mom, not gentle like my dad. Her emotions are always loud, messy, overwhelming.
“Now Chase is never going to talk to me again.”
“I’m just keeping you out of trouble, Allie.”
“You won’t really tell your mom and dad, will you?” Quinn asks softly. Guess Allie told her what I said out in the cornfield.
