Page 134 of Mountain Daddy
Ashley brushes her hands together. “Those are good.”
I shove the rest of my brownie into my mouth. “Yep.”
“You sure you don’t mind if my friends stay? They just texted to say they’re about an hour away.”
Some of Ashley’s college friends surprised her this morning, saying they were driving the few hours here for her party, and I told her they could stay the night. Going back tonight would be too much driving. And I suspect if they know they can stay, they’ll partake in the coolers of beer and hard cider.
“As long as they don’t mind sleeping on couches and floors.” I give Ashley a pointed look. “And as long as you’re not trying to sneak a boy into your room.”
“Boy.” Ashley snorts. “And no, hand on the bar top, I’m not interested in any of my friends that way.”
“Good.”
She’s twenty-six. She’s dated. I’ve met a few of her boyfriends. But… not in my house.
Ashley makes a noise of excitement, her attention moving past me. “Oh my god, is that Joe’s daughter? She’s so pretty.”
I force my head to turn slowly. Force my features to stay the same.
But when I see her, my heartbeat falters.
She’s so fucking pretty.
As she walks toward us, Kendra’s pants shift against her thighs with every step.
Her tank top is modest, but it’s clinging to her every curve.
She clearly doesn’t understand that no matter what she wears, she’s always going to look like a goddess of desire.
And her loose hair… My fingers twitch, itching to grip it.
I swallow. “That’s her.”
Kendra’s eyes are hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to tell exactly where she’s looking.
It’s a smart play. If no one could see where I was looking, I’d be staring at her tits.
Joe raises his hand. “Happy graduation!”
Ashley waves back, then rushes forward.
Chapter 84
Kendra
I holdmy breath as a girl, who has to be Ashley, hurries toward us.
We meet right at the threshold of the garage. And as much as I want to keep hiding behind my sunglasses, I push them up onto the top of my head.
My dad holds his arms out, and Ashley goes right to him, giving him a hug in greeting.
And that’s when I realize Luther’s daughter is tall. Like… way taller than I am.
My dad is just about six feet tall, and she’s practically the same height.
I glance down to see if she’s rocking six-inch heels, but no. Her sandals have maybe an inch-thick platform sole, but that’s it.
Her jean shorts are tattered but expensive looking, and her purple hair is beautiful against her sparkly gold tank top.
