“Yeppers.” I bounce on my heels. “Bam here is a mini version of you being the food police.” I glance to Bam and then back tomy dad. My dad is tall but lanky. “Okay, not mini, and oh.” I cringe. “Not a mini of my father. That’s just weird.”
“You always say weird shit, Josie.” Finally, Dad cracks a smile.
“I made lemon and garlic chicken with broccoli. There is some left if you want it,” Bam tells him, drawing my dad’s attention back onto him.
“Sounds nice after being on the road and only having fast food.” He pats his stomach. “You got her to eat broccoli?”
“I covered it in cheese.”
“Sounds about right.” Dad chuckles. “You got plans tonight?”
“I’m going to a party.” Probably best to not say “rave.” Dad’s brows rise.
“You’re going to a party?” I nod. He glances to Bam. “What is she really getting into? You’re sneaking somewhere.”
“Hey, I could be a party girl.”
“It’s really a party.”
“See, I’m cool. I go to parties and stuff.”
“All right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to shower and eat.” I give him another hug. “Anything happens to her...”
“I’d throw myself off a bridge.” Ahh, Bam can’t live without me.
“Don’t rob me of that.”
“Fair.” Bam nods.
“You kids be careful,” he says before disappearing down the hallway and into his own room. Bam closes the door.
“That went great.” I give him a thumbs-up.
“Holy shit.” He lets out an audible breath before reaching out to pull me into him. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Keep me?” I suggest, making him smirk.
“Oh, I’m more than keeping you, rebel.”
Imorethan love the sound of that.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BAM
The rave is everything I don’t like: flashing lights, lots of noise, crowds of people, and dancing. Next to me, Niki wears the same irritated expression I know I’m sporting. I glance over my shoulder. The girls, on the other hand, look like they’re having a ball. They are giggling and laughing despite being in a dark corner. Niki and I almost got into three fights making sure no one put hands on them while the two were dancing. After the third confrontation, the two girls took their short shorts into this small space at the edge of the dance floor and let Niki and me stand guard.
Niki’s palm suddenly meets the side of my head, and not in a friendly manner.
I glare at him. “What was that for?”
“Just because you’re my friend doesn’t mean you can look at Andy like that.” He glares back.
“Why would I be looking at Andy when Josie’s right there? Andy could be a box for all I know.”
“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. She’s hot.” Niki’s eyes grow narrow, a sign that he’s spoiling for a fight.
My own hands ball at my sides. “You just told me not to look at her, which I’m not. I hope you know how dumb you sound right now.”
