York, the Renegade: A Loveswept Classic Romance Read online

  She nods and picks up the bag of Twizzler Bites I have on the bed. “Girl, it’s Spring Break. What the heck are you doing here at home?”

  I hold up a finger and grab the Xbox headset. “Hey ChazTaz, round two will have to wait till next weekend.”

  “You’re just worried I’ll beat you this time.” He laughs and I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see it. “But it’s cool. Talk to you next week.”

  “Bye.”

  I hold the off button and wait for the screen to turn blue, then snap the TV off. “It’s not like it’s Spring Break for me since I graduated last semester.”

  Sadie dangles her head off the edge of my bed, talking to my floor. “Yeah, yeah genius woman. But not all of us graduated early. Come onnn, Spring Break is our last hurrah before we head off to be adults.”

  I snort. Yes, it’s very adult-like to go to frat parties and sorority car washes. I can’t wait. “I can’t leave the house. Working tonight.”

  Sadie shakes her head, leaning up to pop a Twizzler Bite in her mouth. “Who is it this time?”

  “Alex.”

  “Again?”

  “Yep.”

  “You know, he’s going to empty out his bank account. He may as well just tell the ’rents because either way, he’s losing all his money.”

  I shrug. “I don’t tell them what to do, just give them another option.”

  “Uh-huh.” Another bite goes into her mouth as she lays flat on my California King. Sadie’s never been a fan of my “job,” but she’s my best friend, so she doesn’t rat me out. Plus, she’s had to use me for her own alibi a few times so when she gives me crap, I throw that in her face. And it’s not like I can risk my years of keeping up my perfect rep for one night of partying.

  “We can hang out here, though. Want to watch a movie?”

  She shakes her head.

  “I can paint your toes.”

  She sighs.

  “Fine, what do you want to do then?”

  Her lips pull up as she leans on her elbows. “Something that normal people do on Spring Break.”

  “Which is?”

  The bag of Twizzlers goes flying at my face and I catch it before it smashes into my nose.

  “Go out.”

  “Sadie …”

  “Seriously, Kel,” she says as she sits up. “I get the whole ‘good girl’ thing, but live a little bit!”

  I shake my head. “I can’t get caught.”

  For some reason, Sadie takes my answer as a “Oh please take me outside and let me risk Alex’s two-hundred-dollar purchase!” and drags me to my closet with a big smile on her face. “Then put something cute on, and leave the stealth to me.”