Breakaway Read Free

lips.
    “Sure,” she repeats.
    I sit my beer down and walk around the table. When I come up behind her, the pool cue jabs me in the stomach as she goes ahead to take her shot, landing a ball in the pocket.
    “Oops. I didn’t mean to do that,” she says, but that little smile of hers tells me she damn well did mean it. “I made the shot, though. Guess I didn’t need your help after all.”
    This girl is something else. I have to be quick on my feet around her, it seems. What to say, what to say. “Game on, Presley. We were going easy on you girls, but not anymore. Ain’t that right, Jere?”
    He chuckles, and Presley stands up a little straighter.
    “Like you went ‘easy’ at the game against my brother?” she asks, raising a brow once more. “Don’t kid yourself, Levi. You,” she pokes my chest, ”just suck.”
    She’s probably around 5’7”, but she has no problem trying to intimidate me. I’m what? Nine inches taller than her? It’s actually a bit funny to see, but I’m not telling her that. “So you are McCarthy’s little sister.”
    “We’re twins and technically, I’m older by a minute. What? No comment on how you suck?”
    I ignore that. “Are you sure? You two don’t look alike.”
    “Never said we were identical. You don’t think about what leaves your mouth, do you?”
    “Oh? You’re thinking about my mouth?” I smile to further show off my sure to be crooked grin. A grin that could drop panties within seconds if I wanted it to.
    “You wish, Levi. I’m not one of your Puck Bunnies that will fall into your bed just because you look decent.”
    “That’s all? Decent? At least give full credit to my looks.”
    “Have you looked in the mirror lately? I think decent is pushing it, to be honest.”
    “Oh really? You don’t find me attractive, Presley?” I cross my arms knowing the effect. My shirt tightens across my chest just a bit and my arms look big, tan, and muscular. For a fraction of a second, she looks over my arms before snapping her eyes back on mine, her throat moving as she swallows hard. I lean down and whisper into her ear. “Oh, you so think I’m hot.”
    “Your turn, Levi,” Jere ends our conversation.
    I walk away from Presley to the other side of the pool table, noting that she hasn’t turned around yet as I prepare for my shot. Only the eight ball is left for us and one striped is left for them. I call the left pocket and gently push the ball in that direction. It sinks gracefully and I high-five Jere.
    “I think the girls owe us, don’t you, Jere? Losers should buy us a late night snack.”
    At that, Presley turns to look at me and then Marley, who is on the verge of saying something.
    “We should probably go, right Marley?”
    I hold in my laugh at her desperate look to her friend. “Be a good sport, Presley. Buy me a meal.”
    I earn myself another glare, and I can’t hold back my smile as Marley says, “It could be interesting. Let’s just go and get it over with.”
    “Fine,” Presley agrees with a roll of her eyes. That is the give-away to her being McCarthy’s sister. She looked exactly like he did the other night when he rolled his eyes at me.
     

Chapter Two
    Presley
     
    I don’t want to go anywhere with Levi Carr. It’s bad enough that I am at this party, but Marley wanted me to meet Jere. I’m not much into the party scene, but I’ll do anything for Marley. I know about Levi because he went to high school with my twin brother, Trevor. Trevor and I were separated when our parents divorced. However, we remained close. We talked all the time, and Levi was a topic of conversation more than once. I know how hard it was for Trevor when he became captain of their high school team, taking away the captaincy from Levi. Trevor is an extremely talented hockey player, and he deserved to be captain.
    The four of us head out of the party and down the street. We head to Lou’s Diner, which is a local hang out for Roxboro University students.