Page 60 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Is that right?”

“Speakin’ of Dean..” she changes the subject, looking at Wren to avoid Damon’s glare on the side of her face. “If you won’t let me torture the pixie I can always get him and Harley to do it for you. You’ll have to watch Harley though because he really will kill her if you leave him long enough. I’m pretty sure he’s a serial killer.”

I blink at that, leaning over to speak in Wren’s ear. “Is she all there?”

He laughs quietly and turns his head to face me, speaking over my lips. “She’s.. fine.”

“You sure about that?”

“I’m not crazy,” Callie mutters, casually reloading her gun at the kitchen island like it’s completely acceptable behavior. “Elijah had me tested.”

Kai spits his coffee out and I laugh before I can stop it, digging my fingers into my eye sockets in an attempt to hide it. She smirks to herself and Kai chokes on thin air, making us all laugh harder. I pat his back a couple times and lift the hem of my shirt to wipe the tears from my face, looking left when I feel Wren’s eyes zoned in on my abs. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and I bite back a groan, spinning in my seat to face him fully.

“What’d I tell you about lookin’ at me like that?” I whisper, tipping his chin up until his eyes touch mine.

He hits me with that lazy ass bad boy grin and I grin right back at him, leaning in further to tease his mouth with my tongue. His eyes darken and he moves to rush me, but then something over my head catches his attention and he jumps back like I burned him.

Fucking Freya.

I lock my jaw and look over my shoulder to watch her walk downstairs dressed in a light blue denim skirt and a white tank, her shoulder length blond hair swaying with each step while she taps away on her phone. She looks this way on her way to the elevator and does a double take at us, freezing where she stands when she sees me sitting with them.

“What are you doing here?” she snaps, dropping her eyes to the hickeys on my neck. “Did you sleep her–”

The sound of a gun cocking shocks her into silence and she jumps, gritting her teeth when Callie leans her elbows on the island to point it directly at her head. Freya balls her hands into fists but keeps her mouth shut, damn near stomping her foot like a four year old before she turns to walk for the elevator.

“Where’s she going?”

“She gets her nails done at the salon downstairs every Saturday,” Kai tells me, moving for the counter to pour himself another coffee.

“Imagine that,” Callie deadpans, but I don’t miss the venom in her tone. “Your very own Katherine junior.”

“Lucky me,” Wren mutters, dropping his head in his hands with a heavy sigh that has my chest tightening with guilt.

He wouldn’t be in this mess if I hadn’t convinced him to go out with me that night. It’s my fault we were even there to begin with, but despite that and everything that’s happened since, I don’t regret it. He was a fucking mess when I found him in that bar the day he caught her fucking Derek, and I hate to think what would’ve happened to him if I hadn’t shown up and taken him with me.

“You ready, fuck boy?” Callie asks, moving to place her empty mug in the dishwasher.

Kai nods and stands to take his phone out, hiding a grin when Wren lifts his head to frown at him.

“Where’re you goin’?”

“I got a hot date.”

“And you’re taking Callie?”

“She’s a better wingman than you are,” he jokes, laughing when Wren rolls his eyes and waves him off.

“Whatever.”

“Bye, baby,” Callie teases, leaning over to kiss Damon before she bumps Wren’s fist, winking at me over her shoulder while she follows Kai to the elevator.

I shake my head at her and face forward again, pulling my brows in when I spot Damon staring at me with his head cocked to the side.

“What?”

“You like her,” he accuses, raising a brow when I open my mouth just to snap it shut again.

“That’s what I said,” Wren adds helpfully, lifting his hips to take his weed out from his pocket.

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