Page 67 of Wicked Promises
“You’ve been hanging around your dad too much,” Theo mutters.
“You explain to me how the car of the lawyer who talked my dad into accepting a shitty plea deal ends up in the same junkyard as Robert’s?” I scowl. “It doesn’t matter. Matt’s a dead end.”
“He could give us answers,” Liam suggests. “If we pay him a visit.”
Great.
I raise my eyebrows at Caleb, who only seems intrigued by that idea. He kisses the top of my head, then smirks. Helikesthe idea of confronting Matt.
Eli’s sudden snore rips through the room.
We’re falling apart here. But besides the unanswered questions, no one is in immediate danger. Well, I might be, but that’s another matter.
Theo slaps his hand over his face, while Liam snickers. They both go to Eli and hoist him up. Liam slaps his cheek, but Eli barely cracks an eye.
He nearly finished the bottle of vodka on his own.
“Gonna put him to bed,” Liam says.
They guide him out of the room. The muffled thumps of them trying to get Eli up the stairs together reaches us, and I giggle.
Caleb faces me. You leave tomorrow. Which means…”
Last night together.
“We should make it count,” I manage.
Theo and Liam come thundering back down the stairs. “Boy’s passed out.”
“Good,” Caleb says. “We’ll see you guys at school tomorrow.”
It’s a dismissal, and everyone knows it.
They leave, closing the door behind them, and Caleb smiles at me.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I laugh.
“You’re not mad at me?”
I take a closer look at his face, surprised when I discover that he’s being vulnerable. Open, for once in our lives. Well, recent lives. I used to be able to read him like a book.
“I’m not.” I run my hand up his arm, to his neck. “And I’ll be less inclined togetmad if you kiss me.”
He leans down. “I think I can oblige.”
His lips touch mine softly. Butterflies erupt in my chest. We’re used to being greedy with our kisses, always demanding more of each other. Now, it stays honey-sweet. His tongue runs along my lower lip, but it isn’t demanding. It’s slow, and I feel it so much more, down to my toes.
Whoever said kisses could be toe-curling was clearly talking aboutthiskind.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull back just enough to look at it, and Riley’s name scrolling across the screen.
“I should get this.”
Caleb moves down to kiss my neck. He hovers over my throat, expectant.
“Are you?—?”