Page 27 of Seeking Her Studs
Yeah, join the club, Kaylee. I think to myself while avoiding eye contact with everyone.
“Hey, would you look at the time,” Reese says, looking at his watch with exaggeration. “You’ve got to get a move on if you want to finish packing for camp.”
Kaylee looks between us all incredulously, obviously not distracted by the subject change. When she meets my eyes, I just take a bigger sip of orange juice.
She sighs. “Okay, I get it. You’re in a hurry to get rid of me.”
“Kaylee,” Colt starts.
“By the time I get back from camp, it will at least give you all enough time to get your story straight.” She eyes us, but there’s laughter behind her eyes. I can see Colt visibly relax.
I take a long sigh when she finally leaves.
“I told you I’m not a good role model,” I whisper under my breath as I get up to go and finally wash last night’s sins off of me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Blaire
My moment of respite from the rest of Rile Ranch doesn’t last long. As soon as I got out of the shower, I passed out in my bed to catch up on some much needed sleep. But I wake up to the sound of yelling that I can only logically attribute to Kaylee shouting at one of her big brothers.
Something, something, pink.
Something, ever learn, something.
Okay, I’ve got to see this.
I quickly brush my teeth and reduce my six-step skincare routine to only three steps, which I only do in emergency situations. I throw on a pair of wide leg jeans and a tank top and make my way to the kitchen, which seems to be the center of the storm.
Sunny comes running over to greet me and I get on the ground to give her a proper scratch behind the ear as I take in the scene.
Briggs is cooking lunch which smells insanely good. He flips a something in the pan and chuckles to himself as Kaylee’s tirade continues.
“Seriously, Reese,” she throws her hands out at the long wooden kitchen table, which I see now is covered in pink clothes all the same shade. “You’re almost thirty years old and you still can’t do a load of laundry?”
“Why did you have this tiny nuclear bomb of a sock hiding in the laundry? Who even owns red socks?” He holds up a small bright red ankle sock as if it’s rotten.
Missing those three skincare steps was so worth it.
I see movement in the corner of my eye and that’s when I notice Colt sitting down, leaning over a woman’s cowboy boot, which must belong to Kaylee as he polishes it with a rag.
“At the very least,” Kaylee continues berating Reese. “You should have noticed that the clothes you put in as white are now pink and thought twice before drying them.”
Reese runs his hand through his hair, flustered. “I’ll bleach them and mail them to you. Or hell, let’s just go buy new ones.”
“No time for that,” Colt pipes up, not even offering his brother a lifeline. Harsh.
Then I remember Kaylee is off to equestrian camp this afternoon and my stomach sinks for her. Okay, and even for Reese a little. The guy looks genuinely upset and obviously didn’t intentionally sabotage Kaylee’s clothes right before she leaves.
“Good afternoon everyone,” I say cheerily as I stand up.
Kaylee greets me back and smiles, even though I can tell she doesn’t feel like smiling right now.
“Hey Kaylee, today’s the day you’re off to camp, right?” I play dumb.
She nods, glancing sideways at the table before returning her eyes to me.
“Would you do me a favor? My stylist is sending me some new clothes. She secured some deal with a company where I have to wear their clothes for the next month and I really don’t want to lug all my other clothes around. Would you want to go through them and see what you want before you head off? I’d say we’re the same size.”
