Night had sneaked
up on us as we left Monterey behind. We zoomed past the dimly lit Welcome to Sea Haven, California sign.
Population 28,342, give or take ten million in an influx of farm workers from
the inland counties, yearly tourists and summer resort peeps.
The thumping
drone of the Red Renegade’s new headers oozed ’68 perfection. Or as sweet as
the Camaro SS should’ve sounded way back in 1968. “Camaro sounds badass, you
think?”
“I guess.”
Silver sighed, knocking her cup on her thigh. “Do you think I did the right
thing?”
“Dumping Raymond?”
Incredulous, I glanced at her. “Hell, yes.”
“He’s still your
friend. He keeps calling me.”
“We’re
football teammates. Nothing more. I’ll make sure he stays away from you.” I
tweaked her hair. “You know he’s gunning for my spot.”
“You’re the
best quarterback the school’s ever had. Coach would never,” Silver said
thoughtfully, jingling her silver bangle bracelets.
Good enough
to get two scholarships to killer schools. “I am perfect, aren’t I?” I teased,
wanting to slide her mind off douche-bitch Raymond. He’d never know how much I
hated him for the way he treated my twin. If I didn’t continue to keep the
peace, he’d get all vindictive on her, like he did with other girls who quit
taking his shit. I’d bite my tongue into pieces before I let on how much I knew
about him…pressuring her…before she was ready. A slow burn spiraled up my
chest. Screw the asshole.
