Page 70 of Hooking Up
Chapter Eleven
Walker
My cell buzzes in my jeans.
My head fills with thoughts of Iris.
Lying on my couch.
Pulling her dress to her waist.
Flipping over, arching her back, and begging me to take her.
But she isn't the one calling me.
Incoming Call from Sabrina Williams.
No fucking way.
I stare at my cell until the call goes to voicemail.
A moment later, a new message notification pops up on my cell.
Then a fucking text.
Sabrina: Can we talk? Mom and Dad are driving me crazy. I miss my baby brother.
Walker: I have plans today. I'll call next weekend.
Or never.
Never is good.
I run my hand through my hair. I need to talk to my parents. No, that isn't enough.
I need to convince them to actually make due on their threats. The gentle approach isn't doing shit to get my sister clean, but they never manage to muster up the balls for tough love.
I slide my cell into my jeans.
Iris is going to be here soon. We're going to drive up to Malibu and take in a beautiful, blue day. And then I'm going to drive her home and fuck her senseless.
Today is a good day.
Bree isn't ruining that.
I grab a stool and take a seat at the counter next to Kaylee. She's writing something on her laptop. Every few minutes, she looks up to ogle Brendon. She gets off on watching him work. And on his dark eyes, dark hair, dark tattoos—she gets off on pretty much every single thing about him.
She's like a cartoon character with hearts in her eyes.
He is too.
It's sickening. Even if I'm happy for them.
"Hey." She looks up from her laptop. Offers me a smile. Then her green eyes are on her boyfriend.
"Dreamy, isn't he?"
She laughs. "I know you're making fun of me, but I'm going to agree anyway." She sighs with pleasure. "He's just so… focused. And tall. And beautiful."
