Page 13 of Strike Out

Okay, I need someone to slap some reality at me.

Adriana

Happy to.

Mallory

Is this about the smokin’ hot stepbrother? Because if it’s talking you out of being with him, I’m not gonna be any help.

Mila

Ah, is this the brother that stole you away from my bachelorette party?

Isla

@Adriana, you’re the only one who has some sense, it seems.

Isla

@Mallory @Mila– You guys suck.

Mila

Did you fuck him?

Isla

More like he fucked me.

Consensually, of course.

Mallory

Was it bad?

I pause and bite my lip, and I look up and see Kai walking to the car. Black running shorts, a white tank top that makes his tanned skin with black ink pop even more. His messy light brown hair under a backwards Coyotes hat.

Isla

Not even a little bit.

Mila

So what’s the problem?

Isla

Oh, I dunno, just the fact that he’s my stepbrother. His mom and my dad being married. Nothing serious.

Adriana

Okay, I change my stance, the only sense I’ll be slapping into you is locking that shit down.

Kai opens the trunk and tosses the bag in the back and hitsthe automatic close button before heading to the driver’s side. Climbing in, he leans over the center console and kisses me. “You good?”

“Yep. Just checking in with the girls from last night.” I take his hat and flip it around, then kiss the tip of his nose.

“Did they make it home okay? They seemed pretty tossed when we left them.” Kai pulls out of the spot and heads out of the parking lot. “Costco next.”

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