Page 103 of Barefoot Dreams
Mom sighs. “He’s too fast! By the time I looked over my shoulder that ninja was out the door and half-way across the garden.”
Amazing! Fantastic!
Really, Callum. Today? Out of all the days…
For Pete’s sake…what am I? Vomit central today?
Sorry, Griffin, no cute pregnancy reveal for you.
The most I can hope for at this point is that you live to see another day.
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Callum
Look at that, it looks like a great day to kill a best friend. And I thought I’d regret coming back home.
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Griffin
“Loving you was never in my control, it was destiny, and perhaps the only thing forbidden that felt right.” – Kiera Cass
“Ineed a cold beer after that shit show,” Luke grumbles, and I grunt in agreement.
An hour ago, we got a call about a two-car crash at the 17thmile bend on the way down to Loverly Cave. It’s summer, which means a lot of tourists who are eager to see the hidden gem filled with colorful buildings and insane nature along the West Coast.
But what they should’ve been preparing themselves for were the local crazies who think it’s okay to go picking flowers and herbs growing along the roadbuck naked!
Clearly, this wasn’t the case and the poor couple from Montana and their friends in the back of them got the shock knocked out of them, causing the first car to slam straight into the rails and the other following right behind.
Thankfully, all the passengers were mostly uninjured with only mild scrapes and one concussion and were extremely polite given the circumstances.
However, the same can’t be said for Mr. Loveter who spent the better half of an hour, refusing to put on some damn pants and screaming at the top of his lungs about freedom to use his body in whichever way he wants.
Somehow, his wails reached the ears of Love Hive and a minute later we had a riot on our hands.
“I feel bad for Tuck,” Luke says, hanging up his gear as I do the same.
“Same. Something tells me he won’t last long.”
Tuck is a good guy, but he isn’t a Loverly Cave native and got the shitty end of the stick when someone higher up appointed him to take over our Sheriff’s Department when Gary Lovecore finally had to retire. The guy is way in over his head.
“I thought he was going to faint when they all started stripping right there and then.”
Yep, I said it. As soon as the rest of the crazy gang heard Tuck was about to arrest Mr. Loveter for public indecency, they all started stripping alongside.
Luke groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please do not remind me! I’ve lost the fucking count of how many times I told my parents that wasnotfucking okay!”
Luke’s and, unfortunately, my parents were amongst the crazy gang.
I might feel bad for Tucker but not bad enough to watch that. Thankfully, the passengers from the cars are already en route to town. The towing companies were there to load the cars, so Luke and I hightailed it out of there as soon as the shirts came off.
“Mate, they won’t change. Just accept that fact already and drown your sorrows with that cold beer in”—I glance at the clock—“four hours.”
“Wanna head to LPs after the shift?” he asks and as tempting as that is, I’d rather drown my sorrows in my girl.
“Maybe another day. Julie’s been sick the past few days.”
