She showed me a picture!
Garrett
I’d cry if I kissed you, Mr. Burpie-Fartybutt
Hendrix
I didn’t do any of that with her, and my point is, it might not be him.
Garrett
She’s right across the hall. Ask for a do-over.
Logan
It’s only fair. You had to listen to Dylan and me kissing.
You did more than kiss, and her brother’s in the house.
Logan
Want us to take him for a long drive?
No.
Logan
He cango with us to spend the night at Miss Gina’s!
Jack
He can come here and stay with Kimmie and me. It would really improve your disposition if you got laid.
Traitor.
Garrett
Do you remember how sex works? Need me to draw you a diagram?
It’s been two days since I kissed Rachel in the library, and ever since, she’s been avoiding me like the jerk I am.
Miss Gina hasn’t said a word about it, but I saw Rachel’s face before she left that day. I saw her red eyes, and I heard the wobble in her voice. It was a kick in the stomach.
It was only a kiss—and I’m full of shit. That kiss was epic. It was more than I bargained for when she said she’d never done it. I guess that’s what they call chemistry.
All I know is I felt myself falling, and I ran.
I honestly thought Edward was oblivious. We’ve been riding together every day, and he hasn’t said a word.
He’s getting more skilled at working with the horses, and he seems happy. I hadn’t seen any signs of negative behavior, no anger or aggression.
Rachel said he’d gotten in a fight at school, but I’m even more inclined to think he was provoked after spending all this time with him. Now I wonder what he’s thinking. Did he see her start to cry?
“How old is Shiloh?” Edward sits in the passenger’s side of the Jeep with his hood over his head as we drive to Miss Gina’s.
I scratch my thumb under my bottom lip as I think. “Gloria started the farm when I was in high school, almost twenty years ago. Thoroughbreds only race four or five years.”
“The average lifespan of a thoroughbred horse is twenty-five to thirty years.” His brow furrows. “Due to inbreeding, their life expectancy canbe even shorter.”