Page 88 of The Bro Pact
She wants to talk when I get home.
I really can’t deal with this right now.
Two weeks went by way too fast.
“You okay?” Ren suddenly asks, snapping me out of it before the panic can take over.
“Yeah. Sorry,” I answer calmly, despite what I’m feeling inside. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
Here goes nothing.
“Do you think we could stay another week?”
After the texts from my ex, I’m just not mentally prepared to return to the real world yet.
Ren spins around, spreading his thighs and allowing me to settle between them. “It’s like you read my mind,” he says with a slow grin. “I’ll call Pops tomorrow.”
“Think he’ll say yes?”
I don’t want to get my hopes up.
Ren’s smile widens. “You know he’s a big softie. He can’t say no.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his as the sun disappears beyond the sea.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
WARREN
“Goddammit, Warren. It’s always something with you,” my dad grumbles over the phone, and I can’t really blame him. No news is generally good news when it comes to me. If I’m calling, I’m either in trouble or asking for a favor.
“Come on, Pops. We’re already all the way out here, and we don’t wanna come home yet.Please.”
“Listen, son. I got a buyer lined up, ready to see the RV. One week, ya hear? No more,” my dad finally agrees, just like I knew he would.
“Yes, sir. One week. Thank you so much, Pops.” I’m doing a jig inside, even though I keep my voice even and calm.
“And bring ’er back in pristine condition. Ready to sell.”
“Will do.”
“I mean it, Warren.”
“I promise, Pops. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve trusted me for two weeks. What’s one more?”
My dad grunts into the phone, and I say goodbye, ending the call. I’ve never been as grateful that my dad isn’t a talker as I am right now.
I spin around, smiling wide at Kyle. “We got another week.”
“I heard.” His baby-blue eyes sparkle with excitement and a dash of lust.
“Soo . . .” I say, drawing the word out. “Beach or fucking?”
Kyle pretends to ponder the question, pursing his lips and tapping his chin. “How about ice cream, beach, andthenfucking? I want to take advantage of the sun and sand as much as we can.”
Sounds like a perfect day to me.
