Page 45 of Sinful as They Come
“I’m not involved in that, by the way,” Brodie chimed up.
Holly gestured to Brodie. “And no one was willing to help but—”
“I wonder why,” I cut her off.
“But Brodie,” she said, narrowing her brown eyes. “Thank you, Brodie. Again. I appreciate you doing this so much.”
“Whatever. Is your dad home?” I asked Holly.
“No,” she said slowly. “Why?”
“He came into the shop the other day,” I mumbled, looking her up and down.
“And?”
“And I see where you get your annoying personality from.”
She tilted her head at me. “Well, he didn’t mention you.”
“That’s too bad.” I rolled my eyes before looking at Brodie. “I messaged you. I was waiting outside.”
“Oh, Brodie, I think you left your phone in my bedroom,” Holly chimed up.
Bedroom? Jesus Christ. Did he go up there? My fingers rubbed at my forehead. I felt a headache coming on.
“You ready to go or what?” I asked.
Brodie nodded. “Yeah, almost! Holly, I’ll just send you this stuff and we’ll get outta here.”
I saw Holly give him a pout. “Brodie, thank you so much for coming over and helping me with this. You’re the best. Are you sure you don’t want to stay over for dinner? Let me thank you with the food my mom’s making.” Holly then looked up at me. “You can both stay.”
“Not gonna happen,” I said fast, shaking my head at her sharply. “Nofucking way are we staying for dinner.”
“Well, I thought I’d be nice and offer since it’s the polite thing to do. But what does Sawyer Westbrook know about manners?”
I was about to tell her that she was the most irritating person I had ever met in my life when her mom showed up again.
“Here’s your soda!” Holly’s mom shoved a glass of cola in my face – topped off with a lemon slice and a straw. She seemed nice enough. It made no sense that Holly was her daughter.
I took the cold glass from her slowly. “Thanks…” Then she practically pushed me into one of the couches and offered me a sandwich. I thanked her again before she hurried out of the room. Moms, for whatever reason, usually liked me. Holly’s mom was no different apparently.
“Dude, eat ‘em,” Brodie called out. “They’re so nice.”
“My mom makes the best sandwiches.” Holly placed the laptop on the coffee table before standing up. “You’ll love it.”
I took a slow, hesitant bite. Instantly I noticed how good it tasted. Whatever the hell was on it was delicious. Fuckin’ Holly’s mom… It didn’t take me long to finish the sandwich and the drink. It felt nice to have someone look after me for once. But I didn’t want to think about that for too long.
“Brodie, I’ll go grab your phone from my room. I’ll get you that charger for the laptop too. Be back in a second!” She darted out of the room, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“I hate being around her.” My eyes closed as I threw my head back against the couch. It was so comfortable and soft. Probably pricy as hell. “Why the hell did you make me come in here?”
“Don’t be such a drama queen.” Brodie laughed.
“I’m gonna kill you. I swear to God. This is where you’ll die, right here in Holly’s living room.”
“Actually, I don’t think this is the living room. I was in the living room earlier. This is just another room. They have a lot.”
I shook my head, my eyes still firmly shut. “You’re so lucky you’re my cousin, Brodie.”
