Page 227 of Midnight Curfew

“I need to go to Marymount in a while,” I tell her. “How long till you’re done?”

“No, Miss Aracely is taking me to the drive-in,” she rushes out, looking worried again.

The old drive-in here? “Why?” I ask.

“They’re meeting with builders, I think.”

“A contractor?”

“Yes.” She nods. “She said I could see it. And they have a golf cart I can drive around to the different screens. And they’re planning the concessions and the ticket booths and—”

“Who else is going?” I press.

“The girls,” she says. “Paisleigh, Krisjen, and Olivia. Clay has to work.”

I twist my lips to the side. They’re all capable enough even if I have trouble looking at Aracely without remembering that I came on her stomach last week.

I’ll let my sister keep her knife for now.

“Is your phone charged?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“What happens if someone upsets you?”

She stops and looks up. “I sing.”

“What happens if you see a man who will hurt you?”

“I run to someone safe.”

Okay, then. I kiss her cheek. “Have fun.”

Backing away, I lock eyes with Mariette. No more sugar, I mouth.

If she has an episode, sugar makes it worse, and it’s going to be hard enough to keep her on a consistent routine for the time being.

I can certainly eat one, though. I snatch two cups—one for Dallas—hearing Anna-Katherine behind me. “They need to chill!”

“You chill.”

I wink at her, catching her little scowl, and get back to Dallas.

34

Callum

Dallas and I enter his bedroom, and he slams the door shut as I drop the towel I used to dry my hair. Backing him up to the door, I fist the back of his hair and nibble his jaw before I snatch up his mouth.

I pull off the towel around his waist, stroking his long shaft.

He goes for my towel, but I stop him. “You already took care of me.”

We had the shower for ten minutes, but that was long enough. Fuck, he loves to blow me.

“It’s your turn,” I whisper.

I trail kisses down his body, but he pulls me back up. “I want you to blow me in a Fox Hill Country Club shower.”