Page 21 of Honey Undone
“So you’re sitting here all worked up over a college baseball player and you don’t even know his first name?” Taylor questioned. “Adeline.”
“Don’t do the mom voice, I hate that voice, it makes me feel like I’m in trouble.” I scowled and shoved some food between my lips.
“You barely know the guy, youarein trouble,” Taylor scolded.
“Drop the snarly big brother routine,” I said to him, “I’ve been texting him for a bit now, he’s nice and I like him.”
“You’ve been texting him and you don’t even know his name?” Zane laughed and both Taylor and I shot him a death glare. “I just don’t believe you’re actually talking to him, that’s all!”
“I’m not in junior high you idiot, I can talk to boys without your approval,” I said to him and he stuck his tongue out at me.
“Prove it,” Zane said, throwing some more food in his mouth. “Prove that you’re talking to that guy and I’ll drop it.”
The chances of him dropping it were low. I flipped my phone over on the table, trying to shove it in my pocket before he got his hands on it but he was too fast and it was in his grip and lifted away from my reach.
“I’ll fucking put your ass on the ground, give me my phone back,” I warned through gritted teeth.
“You might be strong, but I can still kick your ass Addy,” Zane laughed and moved a little further away from me.
“That’s laughable!” I growled and slipped from my stool.
“You two are embarrassing,” Taylor said, sipping on his beer as we fought for dominance. “You’re going to get us kicked out,” he added when Brightonslapped the top of the bar with a hockey stick that he kept around to keep people from getting too rowdy.
“Sorry, Bright!” I was tempted to sucker punch Zane just because I could.
“Whatever the fuck that is, it isn’t talking!” Zane gasped at the messages he was reading and tossed my phone at me.
“What is it?” Taylor’s face contorted in worry.
“I want to wash my eyes out with acetone,” Zane whined.
“That’s what you get, asshole!” I punched him in the shoulder.
“No little sister should ever act like that,” he said, pushing his food away. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
“I’m a grown woman Zane,” I argued and shoved my phone into my pocket. “You’re such a baby.”
“That was disgusting!”
“I’m going to fuck him and it’s going to be great!” I argued back and Zane looked like he wanted to puke.
“Enough, both of you.” Taylor used his big brother voice before he looked directly at me. “Just be careful,” he said, ignoring the obnoxious gagging sounds that Zane was making beside me. “And for fuck sakes, figure out his first name before he turns out to be a serial killer or something.”
“Great,” I rolled my eyes, “good talk guys.”
JENSEN
The card that Van held up readmaulbut I couldn’t for the life of me remember what the fuck that meant. “That one messes with my head, I just think of bears.” I said, leaning back on the couch.
Cosy snorted as she set the bowl of chips on the table and lowered to the floor across from Van. “You're on the right track,” she said. “A maul is sort of like a ruck…”
“When a player gets downed and the ball is on the ground?” I tried to remember the term, but there were so many that at times I couldn’t keep them all straight.
“Right, but with a maul the ball is being held up, trapped by three players,” she explained.
“So the ball is being mauled…” I groaned, feeling stupid for not catching on faster.
“There you go,” Cosy encouraged and smiled at me. In those moments I could really see the sibling similarities. She had the same goofy smile and soft brown eyes, but she wasn’t as lanky as Van or scrawny in the face. I’d never met their oldest sibling but I assumed they were just another carbon copy of the Mitchell face.
