Chapter 16
KAYLA
Kayla’s birthdaySixteen years old
It’s the wait that’s killing me.
My low-rise shorts hanging on my hips, I can barely sit still, my crossed left leg constantly shaking as I peek out the front window for the eighth time, my eyes in search of his dark car.
A set of footsteps shortly join me in the lobby, Brett’s heavy footfalls thundering over the hard tile as they land beside mine, slowing suddenly. I barely notice as my brother finally stops, staring down at me, his mismatched eyes alive with mischief.
He crosses his large arms, a question on his face I refuse to answer. “Since you're certain you don't need my help—or a ride in my car, for that matter—do you mind telling me where you're headed, Kay?” He arches a skeptical brow. “I think you owe your very generous ol
