He must not have heard me because he keeps running. He’s really fast.
How did he get a body like that? He must work out constantly. Braden had a good body, too. If he weren’t my cousin, I’d say he’s hot. But his personality ruins it. I can’t believe he yelled at me for eating his stupid protein bars.
My phone dings. I look down and see two texts from Axl.
Where are you?
Rumor?
I call him.
“Sorry,” I say when he answers. “Dropped my phone.”
“I need to head out. I told Senna I’d meet her there. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You can’t talk later tonight?”
“It’ll be too late when I get back. Band plays until two.”
“Two in the morning? You’re staying out that late?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason,” I say, that jealous feeling now eating away at my stomach. “Tell Senna I said hi.”
“I will. Love you, babe.”
“Love you too.”
I’ve only been gone a day, and he’s already going out with another girl. But it’s not a date. And she’s not his type. He eventold me that when I asked him. He said she was too quiet and moody, which is true, but she’s only that way some of the time. She might be different tonight. If she were, would she suddenly be his type? Or what if he really did like her but told me she wasn’t his type, so I wouldn’t be jealous?
Why am I even considering this? Axl would never cheat. He loves me. I’m just feeling insecure right now because we’re so far away.
No longer hungry, I head back to the house. When I get there, I see a car in the driveway. A black Ferrari. It’s probably one of my cousin’s rich friends.
Just what I need. More rude, obnoxious guys at the house.
When I walk inside, Brock is standing there. So I guess it washisFerrari.
“I was just about to come find you,” he says in an angry tone. “Where the hell have you been?”
“I was taking a walk.” I go past him. “What’s the big deal?”
He comes around in front of me, blocking my path. “I drove all the way here to take you to dinner. I don’t have time to wait around trying to figure out where you went.”
“You never said we were going to dinner,” I say, using the same angry tone he’s using. “I wasn’t even sure I’d see you again.”
“Of course you’d see me,” he scoffs. “I live here.”
“You live in LA.”
“I live in both places, depending on my work schedule.”
“According to your sons, you’re never here.”
“My sons are not the most reliable sources of information, which you’ll find out once you get to know them. Have you met them yet?”
“Yeah,” I say, holding back an eye roll. “It’s just like you said. They’re super excited to have me here.”
