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“First off, don’t use that nickname in such a sexual sentence. Secondly, there is nous.” She threw air quotes up around the word.
I heard plates clinking down the hallway, indicating they were getting ready to serve the food. I bent to kiss her forehead. “We’ll put a pin in it for now, but don’t think you won this battle.” I turned and headed for her door, pausing before Iwalked out. “And Lettie?” She met my gaze. “Might want to fix your hair.”
She scowled and grabbed a pillow off her bed, chucking it at the door. I closed it right before it could hit me, laughing as I made my way down the hall.
There was no way in hell I could get a taste of Lettie and then be cut off. She was like the most addicting drug. One hit and I was hooked.
29
Lettie
Five Years Earlier…
My hair was still wet from my shower when I finally emerged from my room at five o’clock. Brandy and my mom had told me not to come out until five p.m., so I’d taken the longest shower of my life and did every possible thing I could between shaving my legs, using my sugar scrub, doing a hair mask, and then painting my nails after I got out.
I hadn’t bothered to do my hair since I wasn’t expecting a big celebration for my eighteenth birthday. I’d specifically told everyone I wanted it to be lowkey, and I hoped they’d listened.
I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to accept the offer for the school in Boise, so I wanted my head clear tonight.If I did choose that school, I’d have to leave as soon as possible, but that meant leaving my friends and family, the only people close to me.
I didn’t know anyone in Boise, and the thought scared me. But did I want to spend the rest of my life in Bell Buckle? I could choose a closer college and commute daily, but if I did that, I was sure I’d never leave. Bell Buckle was the only place I knew, and if I wanted to spread my wings, now was the time.
But if I didn’t decide on Boise and did end up staying closer to home, I’d be doing the same routine I’d been doing daily my entire life. As scary as leaving was, I couldn’t keep playing it safe.
But safe was comfortable.
“Happy birthday!” a chorus of voices shouted as I rounded the corner of the hallway.
Stopping in my tracks, I took in my family and Brandy, all grinning from ear to ear with those cheesy cardboard party hats on.
“Thanks, guys.” I awkwardly smiled. “I didn’t want anything big this year,” I reminded them.
“Oh, please. This isn’t big. Plus, you could be leaving us soon. We wanted to go all out,” my mom said with a wave of her hand as she brought me a party hat.
Lennon emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of chips. “We have to celebrate our little sister, no matter what milestone it is.”
“I’d hardly call it a milestone,” I said.
Brandy rolled her eyes. “Call it whatever you want. You’re legal!” She squealed, running over to me to wrap me in a tight hug.
“Legal? Please,” Reed scoffed. “She can’t even drink yet.”
Brandy narrowed her eyes at him after letting me go. “We’re still going to the Watering Hole tonight.”
“No drinking for the kids,” my dad grumbled as he stole a chip from Lennon’s bowl.
Lennon frowned at him, setting the bowl on the table. “You’ve reminded us twenty times now, Dad.”
Callan snorted from the kitchen where he was checking on some food in a slow cooker. “It’s not like they’ve never been there before.”
“Or drank before,” a deep voice added from the front entry way behind me.
I spun on my heel to find Bailey standing there with a cake in his hands. Light purple frosting was messily coating the outside of what appeared to be white cake.
Baileybakeda cake?
Baileybakedin general?
Did I hit my head in the shower?
