Page 88 of Rockstar Baby

Kinleigh didn’t allow such things. She made me go out and have some fun in between having three jobs at any given moment. Being a waitress made me indispensable in high season. Being a great waitress meant I was on everyone’s autodial when they were in a pinch.

The fact that I never said no never helped my cause, but it sure added a lot of favors to my tally list.

“I’m starving. This fruit cup isn’t going to cut it.” She put the empty container on the tray with a pout.

I got up and slid my coat on. “We can get a pizza from Robbie’s. And maybe you can help me with some flavors tonight?”

“Sold.” Kinleigh laughed. “I had thinky thoughts about your truck actually.”

I dumped our tray and set it on the shelf above the trash. “Oh?”

Kin slipped her arm through mine. “Tell me you brought an umbrella.”

“Just my slicker.”

“Dammit.”

The door opened and a gust of rain and wind slapped me in the face.

“What are you doing here?” She wiped the wet off her arms in disgust.

“Nice to see you too, Kinleigh.” My brother’s deep voice filled the space. He shook off the rain from his Carhartt jacket.

I glanced at my best friend. Her cheeks were flushed and she wouldn’t look at him. Not her usual response to my brother.

“We were just leaving.” She brushed by me to the door.

“Where’s your jacket?”

“It’s nearly summer.”

My gaze jumped from my brother to Kinleigh like a tennis match.

She fisted her hands. “I’ll be fine.” And she flew out the door.

“Something I should know?”

August laughed. “Just her pissed at me as per usual.”

No, what usually passed between them was more like snark. I wasn’t sure what the hellthatwas. “I suppose.”

“She’s just mad at me because I installed her lock without telling her.”

“Okay, now that makes sense.” Kinleigh really hated when anyone did anything for her. Especially August.

But August’s heavy brow furrowed over his bright green eyes. He handed me his umbrella. “Here, go get her.”

I went onto my toes and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Aug.”

“Yeah, yeah. Are you going to be home tonight?”

It was as if he’d forgotten what we had already discussed. But I didn’t think I’d be crashing at Kinleigh’s. I was exhausted and needed my own bed. “Just like usual.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Not always.”

I tucked my fingers into my slicker sleeves. “Yes, well, you can rest easy. No wild sexcapades tonight. I’ll be home making ice cream with Kinleigh.”

He held a hand up. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”