“You better get dressed before someone comes home.” he says as he walks out the garage door. “See you tomorrow.”
I look around the shop and release a breath, holy fucking shit.
28
Colson
“Lincoln is throwing a pool party at the house for the fourth of July. Are you coming?” Reiss says as he crams his mouth with a handful of peanut M&Ms.
Lincoln throwing a party? I must’ve heard him incorrectly. “What?”
“Yeah, Lincoln is throwing a party here.”
“Lincoln Bane, as in your sister Lincoln?” I push.
He shrugs, “Yeah and she was so chipper about it, too. She’s been acting so fucking weird lately. I think it’s because she’s getting laid.”
I almost choke on my saliva, “What… what makes you think that?”
“It’s Lincoln dude, has she ever been known to throw a party?”
He has a point. It’s not very Lincoln-like.
“She’s coming out of her shell,” I say. “I don’t know if I like it.”
Reiss groans, “I know. She’s acting like an actual girl and I don’t know how to deal with that.”
“She has boobs, you know. She’s always been a girl.”
He scoffs, “The fuck you lookin at my sisters tits for?”
“I’m just saying she’s always been a girl.”
“I know that,” he drawls. “I just mean watching Lincoln go from race gear to a dress is weird as hell.”
“Baby Bane is growing up,” I laugh. “No chance of her ever hanging up that racing helmet, though.”
Reiss agrees, “You’re right about that. She can put on a mini skirt all day long to get Jackson’s attention but that doesn’t mean he won’t be mad when she beats him in an arm wrestling match.”
I nod, “That would be a sucker punch to any man’s ego. Seems like you are still sour about her beating you.”
Reiss scoffs, “She didnotbeat me. A gnat flew into my eye, Colson. You saw my eye watering. Anyways, are you coming or not?”
“She hasn’t invited me yet.”
Reiss raises a brow, “Since when does she need to invite you? You basically live here.”
I shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe she’s sick of having Reiss’ friends around. Maybe we should do something else.”
Because I don’t know if I can keep my hands off of her in front of you.
He’s appalled, “No way! Stassie said she’s getting a band and everything, going all out.”
“What about your mom and dad?”
“Gone to see friends in Arizona. We have the whole place to ourselves.”
“Then I guess I’m in. When did you talk to Stassie?” I ask, knowing damn well Stas isn’t in town.