Page 33 of Stay Toxic

Truthfully, I would’ve killed for some coffee or an ice-cold water, but the water out of my tap was disgusting, and I’d run out of coffee two days ago—hence me going to the coffee place by the school—but I rolled out of bed ten minutes after my alarm went off, and Tibbs had been patiently waiting outside for fifteen minutes now.

I highly doubted he’d be agreeable to stopping to get coffee.

Hence the beer.

“You’re weird,” he pointed out. “Try to finish it quick. I don’t want to get pulled over by any cops.”

I made sure to pay attention to where I was drinking it and finished it up before putting the top back on and shoving it into Tibbs’s glove box.

I raised my brows and used the neck of the bottle to pull out a pair of red lacy thong underwear.

“New fashion choice?” I drawled, dangling them in front of him.

Tibbs shrugged unremorsefully.

“You’re lucky I got them out of your seat before you got in,” he said.

I curled my lip and shoved them both into the glove box before shutting it closed a little too hard.

“That’s disgusting, Tibbs,” I said.

“Sorry,” he said. “You should’ve driven yourself if it was a problem.”

“At least tell me that you wore a condom, and I don’t have to deal with your bodily fluids,” I begged, eyeing the seat with a disgusted look.

“No glove, no love,” he teased.

I looked at him and said, “I feel like dating as I get older is kind of like when I go to Walmart and try to find a buggy that runs smooth.”

“You’re thirty-two, Brecken.” He laughed. “You still have plenty of time.”

“Thirty-five is considered ‘old’ when you get pregnant. I want lots of babies, Tibbs. And it’s not looking like I’m gonna get those.” I shrugged.

“Stop finding the ones that are easy. Look for the ones that make your heart race,” he said. “If it’s easy, it’s not worth it.”

“Is that what you said when you had the girl in the front seat of your truck?” I teased.

He grinned unrepentantly. “Sometimes easy is the answer.”

I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat, my eyes closing as the warm feeling of the beer in my belly started to take root.

I was dreaming of donuts and hot coffee when Tibbs slowed to a stop and pulled into a parking spot.

I opened my eyes to see my other brothers all gathered around Ryler’s Bronco—the old kind of Bronco, not the new kind.

I got out and shivered at the chill in the air.

The one freakin’ day that it could be warmer, and it wasn’t.

This was going to really suck.

I hated being cold.

“Where’s Holden?” I asked as I took a look around.

There were a ton of bass boats everywhere. People were backing in. Others were loading the boats. Some were in the water.

And every freakin’ one of those boats were brand new.

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