Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“But what if we did win and we run? Think about it. You wouldn’t have to go back home.
“If we win, it would be like a sign, and we could go. I’d cover the costs for the first year as we figure things out. We could hide you away. I would keep you safe,” he says.
“That’s sweet, Cam, but you have a life and family here. I don’t want to take you from all of that. You can’t just run off with me and forget your own life.”
He frowns and looks away from me. I’m not stupid. Cam wants to run from his own life as much as I need to run from mine. However, he loves his family, especially his brother. He wouldn’t be happy running with me.
“You’re still shooting my calendar,” he grumbles. “My brother and I might do it together.”
“That would be cool. I’ve never really gotten to know him. Are you two much alike?”
He shrugs. “In a lot of ways, we are, and in others, we’re not. Twins aren’t always the same,” he mutters.
“I meant no offense. You’re not just twins; you’re siblings. The chances of being similar aren’t far-fetched.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m sure people make assumptions about you guys all the time.”
“You have no idea.”
He continues to fiddle around with the car, and I fall silent in thought. He might be onto something, I don’t need him to run away with me, but what if I ran again, farther away this time? I’d have no contact with my dad this time and ditch my cell phone.
“You know, I wish I’d never told you I know how to fix this piece of shit,” Cam says as he slams the hood of my car closed, jerking me out of my thoughts.
I’m trying so hard not to ogle him in his sweats and T-shirt. His hair looks like it’s still drying from his shower. God, he’s an insanely handsome man.
He has only become more attractive over the last three years. Those dimples get me every time. I love to see him smile—too bad he’s frowning right now.
“If you didn’t want to help me, that’s all you had to say,” I grumble.
He places his hands on his hips and frowns at me. I know that look. He’s annoyed.
I can’t blame him. I had to call him while he was at practice. I got lucky to catch him right after.
“I’m not saying I don’t want to help you. I’m saying I wish you’d let me buy you a new car. You’re lucky I’m never away when it decides to act up,” he says as he turns and props his butt against the car.
“Cam, for the millionth time. I’m not allowing you to give me a car. I have this one. I got it with my own money, and it’s been doing its job since freshman year.”
“I’ve been doing my job keeping it on the road. It’s done nothing but conk out on you every chance it gets. Come on, Mina. It will be my graduation gift to you.
“Let’s go to the dealership this weekend. We’ll make a trip of it.”
“Don’t you have a road game you’re heading to?”
He shakes his head. “No, that’s next weekend. I’m all yours. I’ll take you on Saturday.”
“No, you won’t. I’m not accepting a car from you.”
“Why not?”
“For starters, what would your girlfriend think of you buying me a car?”
He shrugs as a scowl comes to his face. “It’s none of her business. It’s my money. My friend needs a car. I want you safe, so I plan to buy you one.”
I lean my head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Cam. I know you mean well, but I’m not taking a car from you.”
“Why are you always so stubborn?”
“Am not.”
“You are.”
“But you love me. Why complain when I’m going to get my way?”
He sighs. “We’ll see about that. Come on, I can’t fix it this time. I’ll give you a ride to campus.”
I go to grab my backpack and camera bag out of the car and lock it. Cam is scowling at his phone as he waits for me. I walk over to him. Once I stop in front of him, he looks up with annoyance in his eyes.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” He nods. Then he frowns. “Actually, no, it’s not.”
He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head. “You know what? Never mind. Come on, so you’re not late.”
I follow him as he opens the passenger door for me. Climbing in, I buckle up and wait for him to get in behind the wheel. He tosses his phone on the dash when he gets into the car.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
“Nah, not this time. Let me get you to class.”
I sit chewing my lip, not wanting to pry because I get the feeling it has something to do with Kay. That’s none of my business. I’m not going to get in the middle.