Free Chasing Rhodes (Rock Falls #1) by Anne Jolin

are great together.”
    I groan and burry my head into Beth’s hoodie. After I accidently slipped up and Greyson found out about my nickname for him, he decided to tell everyone. I do mean everyone. Once at the grocery store, he told the old lady at the checkout that he was, in fact, a Charlie Hunnam lookalike. She had no idea who that was, but he was happy to embarrass me nonetheless. Now that everyone else in our circle of friends knows about it, they’ve decided to use the nickname too.
    “Oh God. Please don’t call him that. It was even bad when I called him that in my head, but hearing you guys say it out loud is embarrassing as shit.”
    “Quit bitching, Han. Be happy he looks like Jax and not Bobby.” Beth laughs making reference to one of our favorite TV shows, Sons of Anarchy .
    “What time are we headed out?” Lennon asks. The girls are taking me to the spa today as a birthday gift. We are getting massages and mani/pedis.
    “We should probably leave in the next hour or so if we want to use the steam room beforehand,” Beth replies.
    An hour later, we are all climbing into Lennon’s Chevy Equinox and headed across town to the spa. Once we arrive, we check in and head to the changing rooms. We put away our things, wrapping our towels around us, and head to the steam room.
    “So, do I really have to ask? Or is someone going to tell me?” I say, eyeing down the two most important girls in my life. Neither of them says anything. They just look at each other, asking for some kind of silent plea for help. “Seriously? Neither of you is going to say anything?” I try asking again. Still nothing. “Fine. I saw Jayden’s truck parked down the street when I got home last night. I don’t know if he snuck out a window this morning or what, but one of you better fess up and tell me whose room he was shacked up in.” I already know it was Beth, but I want her to say it out loud. Lennon would never sleep with Jay. I’m still certain she has a thing for Jami, whether she will admit it or not is another story.
    Beth throws her head back and covers her eyes with her hands. “Oh God. Okay, fine. It was me. He was in my room. No, we did not sleep together, and no, he did not crawl out a window,” she says in a huff.
    “Then why exactly was he parked down the street like some kind of dirty little secret?” I press.
    “I just wasn’t ready to discuss it with either of you. I asked him not to park in the driveway when he came over yesterday. That’s all.”
    I just want her to tell me that she likes him. He’s completely up-front with his feelings for her and she still acts like she’s not even remotely attracted to him, which is a ridiculous lie. No one believes her.
    “Well, what did you guys do last night then?” I’m being relentless, but I want to know and her sticking her head in the sand isn’t helping anyone.
    Beth looks over towards Lennon and glares. “Are you going to help me or what? She’s grilling me with twenty questions and you’re not saying a damn word.”
    “Not a chance in hell.” Lennon laughs to herself. “I learned a long time ago not to get between the Rhodes sisters. Not unless you want to be rocking a black eye for a week.” She’s teasing us, but the fact is that it’s true.
    Although the three of us have always been close, Lennon and I are the same age and grew up as best friends. One day when we were twelve and Beth was fourteen, I sprayed Beth with the hose and she was pissed. Lennon took my side and little blond Beth decked her right in the head. We still laugh about it, and since that day, Lennon has never chosen sides during one of our fights.
    “Just spit it out, Beth,” I say.
    “You’re an annoying little sister,” Beth spits at me. “But fine! He came over to fix the washing machine and I invited him to stay for dinner. It got late and he slept in my room. No funny business, no horizontal tango, nada!”
    Lennon and I both start to laugh. “He came over to