Every Kiss(53)

“Well, are you going to give me any details? Come on. Throw me a bone.”

“Okay, fine.” I roll my eyes. “It did finally happen.” I jerk my head toward the room like she did. “In there. Four times.”

Her mouth falls open. “Four?! I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Not everyone is a newly devirginized saint, Makenna.” She has said for years that she was waiting until she got married before she had sex, and Shane has been surprisingly supportive of it, but she finally caved a few months ago. We all know they’re going to end up married anyway, so it was bound to happen.

She blushes deep crimson. “My sex life isn’t up for discussion at the moment. Let’s go.”

I knew that would shut her up. I make sure the front door is locked before following Makenna to the car. From the minute Shane’s eyes meet mine, I know he’s dying to know what happened last night. He’s such a girl sometimes. I’m guessing Wes didn’t give up any information this morning. But I don’t have to say a word.

“Your brother is a slut.” Makenna can hardly contain herself.

Shane huffs out a little laugh. “Do I even want to know what you’re referring to?”

I slide across the backseat and prop my elbows up on each of their seats. “No. You don’t. Shut it, Makenna.”

When no one says anything else, I lean back to buckle my seatbelt, and Shane pulls out on the main road. Before we can make it to the end of the street, though, she practically explodes. “Four times!”

He stops with a little more gusto than necessary and looks in the rearview mirror at me with one eyebrow cocked. “Oh yeah?”

“I hate you both. Shut up and drive.”

They burst into laughter as the car lurches forward, pulling out into traffic. The wrong way.

“Where are we going? Shouldn’t we have turned left?”

“No, we have to go back to my parents’ house. I promised we’d have brunch. Mom has been cooking all morning.”

Makenna’s head whips in my direction, and she wiggles her eyebrows. “And maybe Wes will stay, too.”

Damn it. He’s the last person I want to see right now. And I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me either. Now, I’m going to have to spend half my day with a fake smile plastered to my face, in the company of a man that couldn’t even give me the courtesy of driving me home this morning. And his entire family. Perfect.

I’m suddenly at a loss for why I thought all of this was such a good idea. I told myself it wouldn’t be a big deal. I knew it would end. I knew it would really suck. But after just one night, why do I even care? Just a few hours ago, I was tangled in the sheets with that man, knowing full well that it was over before it ever started. But damn it, leave it to me to make that kind of stupid arrangement with a guy that I actually really like.

“Does Wes know you came to pick me up?”

Shane glances at me in the mirror. “Nope. Mom said he and Dad were up in the office talking about something. But I didn’t ever see him.”

So he doesn’t even know I’m coming. Just great. “You didn’t tell your mom you were picking me up from Wes’ house, did you?”

“She didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell.” Shane laughs. “But she’s not stupid. We learned long ago not to hide anything from her. She always knows. I promise you, though, she won’t think anything of it.”

“Good.” I point my finger at each of them. “You two better behave yourselves.”

When they only respond by laughing at me, I know they’re going to be nothing but trouble. This is going to be the longest day of my life.

When Shane turns the car onto their street, I squint my eyes, searching for signs of Wes’ vehicle and praying that he’s long gone. But after spotting the slick black jeep in the front of the house, I slump back into my seat, running through a list of possible greetings when I inevitably run into him. What the hell am I supposed to say to him? How do I act?

But I can’t let this be weird, or everyone there will know exactly what’s going on. I have to keep cool. I have to act the same way as I did before all of this happened. Back to the way things were before I could imagine his mouth on every inch of my body.

Yeah, no big deal at all. Right.

“Callie, sweetheart, it’s so nice to see you again,” Mrs. Baxter gushes as soon as we walk through the door, rushing up to greet me with an enthusiastic embrace. “I’m so glad you’ve decided to join us for brunch.”

“Thank you. It’s lovely to see you again, too.”

“This used to be somewhat of a Sunday tradition around here, but now that the boys are all grown up, it’s so rare anymore. And now, they each have a lovely young lady at their side. It’s about time we evened the score a little. After being the only woman at the table for all these years, I’m just excited to have more to talk about than sports scores.”