Page 133 of Stolen Voices
“I’ll see you in a bit,” I call out to her back as she sashays away.
She lifts her hand into the air and gives me a thumbs-up as I watch her hips sway and her ass jiggle as she prances off out of sight.
Did she just give a thumbs-up?What the fuck was that?
As soon as I hear Callie in the shower, I pull out my phone and get to work texting my brothers.
Eli: I need help.
Jace: I’m already helping you. What else do you want?
Mason: What he said.
Cameron: Why do I feel like I’m out of the loop? Tell me what the fuck is going on.
Jace: Cam doesn’t know you brought Callie Wright to Pine Hills to hide out?
Mason: Well, well, well.
Cam: WTF?! That’s why you needed my house? I thought you said a friend.
Jace: She’s way more than a friend.
Cam: Get the fuck out of here!
Mason: We can neither confirm nor deny. Care to Elaborate, E?
Eli: Can you please just shut the fuck up and help me?
Cam: Please tell me you fucked up and need our help to win the girl back.
Eli: You fucking wish, asshole. I’m never letting her go. Now, how the fuck do I take her on a date when I can’t take her on a date?
Jace: Fuck yeah. Congrats, E. FYI, Rylann is going to cry when I tell her you said that.
Cam: *fist emoji* Way to go, E. You bagged a bona fide celeb that’s way too hot for you.
I wait for the proverbial “she’s too young for you” dig, but it never comes. Not that it matters because I’m not letting something like my and Callie’s age difference come between us. Nonetheless, I appreciate my brothers’ silent support.
Mason: So, it’s official?
Eli: Not quite. That’s what I need your help with. J or Mase, can I borrow one of your houses to do a dinner date on the patio?
Jace: Hell no. I have a super pregnant wife, two kids, and nosy-as-fuck neighbors. Besides, flashy dates lead to sex. Keep that shit at Cam’s place.
Cam: Hold up. You’re having sex in my bed? You know I fuck my girl there, right?
Jace: Me too.
Mason: Me three.
Cam: You assholes, stay the fuck out of my bedroom. What are you, animals?
Jace: Sometimes we have to get away from the kids, and your house is cheaper than a hotel.
Cam: I hate you. Mase, what’s your excuse?
Mason: It was Emery’s house first.
