Page 62 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
The lookin Bailey’s eyes, her words, the way she’d tasted when I’d kissed her...
I was up half the night replaying all of it. I can’t shake the image of the way she’d looked at me. I keep hearing her words and can’t stop seeing that panic in her eyes.
Mostly, I keep hearing my own words, and I still have no clue where that little speech came from. I mean, it’s all true. But it was more serious than any conversation I’ve had since my mom sat me down to tell me that my dad left.
My brain doesn’t know what to make of that.
And then there was the kiss. I can’t stop replaying every freakin’ second of that kiss. Over and over and over again.
So yeah, it was a late night.
I don’t have work today, and one might think this would be an excuse to sleep in.
One would be wrong.
My mom also has off today and she has plans for us. Forme. She got me out of bed bright and early with a list of chores amile long. Which is why it’s barely even breakfast time and I’m already outside cleaning off our old, worn patio furniture.
I hear Janie’s voice coming from her yard. “You’ve impressed me, Myers.”
“I’m an impressive guy, Tucker,” I shoot back.
She’s standing at the border that separates our backyards. Her arms are crossed, her eyes narrowed. It doesn’t take a genius to see she’s suspicious.
Suspicious...and protective. I’ve known Janie just as long as I’ve known Bailey, and while the sisters might be as different as night and day, they’re still sisters. They care about each other, look out for each other, protect each other…
When they’re not driving each other insane.
But right about now? I’m betting that’s why Janie’s out here this warm summer morning. She wants to protect Bailey—from me.
I drop the hose and shut it off before heading over to her. “Did you want to say something, Janie, or did you just want to ogle the neighbor boy while he plays with his hose?” I give my brows a suggestive little waggle.
This has her rolling her eyes in a way that makes her look alarmingly like her sister. “How’d you do it?”
My head jerks back at her accusatory tone. “Do what?”
Her pinched lips say she’s unimpressed by my response. Like she thinks I’m playing dumb, which I’m not. “How’d you get Saint Bailey to stop being a martyr and start getting payback?”
She knows. Of course, she knows. She’s Bailey’s sister. They share a bedroom, and Bailey already told me how Janie was the one there to pick up the pieces that first night when she first found out.
“I didn’t have to talk her into this, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Even I can hear my defensiveness. And yeah, maybe a little guilt.
She gives a little snort. “Relax, Myers. I didn’t accuse you of anything. And besides...” She arches her brows. “You couldn’t possibly talk Bailey into anything she didn’t already want to do.”
I nod, stupidly relieved to hear her say that. The way Bailey had teared up last night. The way she was questioning herself...
I shake off the memories and the tightness in my chest that comes with them. “So, what are you doing over here?” I study her the way she’s been eyeing me. “Something tells me you didn’t come over here just to watch me work.”
She blows out a long breath, like she doesn’t want to say what she’s about to say. “I deleted Bailey’s social media accounts.”
I widen my eyes. “What?How?” Those questions go unanswered, but it wouldn’t come as a shock to learn that Janie knows Bailey’s passwords—or that she’s some crazy talented hacker, now that I think about it. Janie’s totally the hacker type.
She’s watching me with pursed lips, her expression stubborn like she’s waiting for me to get over it and move on already. I run a hand through my hair as I take in this girl who’s a strange blend of confident badass and worried little sister. “You deleted them?”
She nods.
I’m not a big social media guy. It’s not really my thing. But Bailey...? “She’s going to kill you.”
“Yeah, I know. I just...” She glances away. “But she’s gone through enough, you know?”
