An infuriating, big-headed, arrogant fool of a man.
I don’t care if his body is covered in beautiful art.
Or that he has muscles upon muscles.
Or that his grin could strip the knickers off any woman.
That man is the bane of my existence.
And even though there’s only a slight possibility I may run into him, my stomach is still turning.I’m used to running and hiding when it comes to that man.
I don’t normally run.
I don’t normally hide.
But it beats getting arrested for the murder of Reid Hayes.
“Don’t think about him,” I whisper to myself.
I brush thoughts of him away since nothing good ever comes from thinking about him.And unless I want to get prodded with questions I’m too embarrassed to answer, I will need to put on my game face.
A scream tumbles out of my throat when I hear a tap on the window.I turn to see Charlotte hold her hands up.
“I’m sorry.I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to scare you,” she yells from the other side of the window.
I push open my door.“It’s okay.I was in my own little world.”
“I thought you had run over the duck, but he’s fine.He’s just waddled back to his little pond Paisley had Landon build.”
I glance around, and sure enough there’s a duck heading toward a pond.“What’s that in its mouth?”
“Rex’s lead,” Charlotte sighs.“Landon will blow a fuse when he realises he’s taken another one.”
“Charlotte, don’t you dare try to get the lead off that damn duck,” Hayden yells.“You’ve already spent half the night trying to get back the thong it stole from your bag.”
Charlotte’s shoulders slump.“She’s right.But in all fairness, I forgot they were edible.I thought they were in case of emergency knickers.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline.“You keep edible thongs in your bag?”
“They go with the strawberry lube stuff,” she answers, like that’s a normal thing to say.But having already met her twice, I know it’s normal for her.
“Do you know where my cousins are?”
“The last I saw them, they were with Amelia, trying to come up with a plan not to kill Maddox.”
“She said that?”I ask as I grab my bag.
“Not in those words, but it was implied when she said he couldn’t touch her food and that Amelia needed to stress that point to him otherwise he wouldn’t be coming home.”
I chuckle.“She really loves her food.She won an eating contest once without meaning to.”
She pauses at the side of the house, where I can hear music flowing.Hayden joins us.“How can you win something you didn’t mean to?”Charlotte asks.
I shrug.“She smelled the food and got hungry, so she signed up on the sheet and then beat everyone.It was the world’s hottest spicy wings or something.I don’t remember.I just remember her telling me she won five thousand pounds.”
“Wait, there are eating contests?”a male voice asks from behind me.
I freeze and slowly turn to Hayden’s dad, Max.“Um, yes.”
