Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“Fuck rehab, I’ll make sure you don’t drink. It’ll be a road trip out west. You and me.” “The wind in your hair,” Connor adds, smiling as he sips his water. “Shut the fuck up,” I say lightly. Lo’s face sharpens as he thinks about this. He glances at Connor, then at me before he says, “If I go with you, I think Connor should come too.” I glare because I can feel Connor gloating beside me. “Why?” “Why?” Connor says like it’s the stupidest question ever. I feel like he’s about to say Because I’m me. I have to stop him before I choke on his fucking arrogance. “Seriously,” I say to Lo. “He has a wife that’ll castrate you if you bring him back broken. What if he chips a nail?” “Then I’ll get a manicure,” Connor quips. “There are solutions to everything. You just have to think to find them. Such hard work.” “Are we fucking friends?” I ask Connor, glowering. Lo just watches in slight amusement, but really, I think he’s processing my proposal. “I’m not sure what a ‘fucking’ friend is, so I can’t answer you.” “Look at that, I know something that Connor Cobalt doesn’t.” “When it comes to slang, made up words, and the best fire hydrants to piss on, yes, you do.” “Fuck you.” “You keep saying it, but you still haven’t done it.” His lips curve upward. Lo cuts us off, “If you’re both going to be this annoying the whole trip, then I’m choosing rehab.”

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