Free Rebelonging (Unbelonging, Book 2) by Sabrina Stark Page A

I sure hope
it's a good one. Because unlike some people, I've got
standards."
    Her lips pursed. "Hey, I've got standards
too."
    "Yeah, except yours are too low to measure."
I turned to Lawton. "A few hours ago, wanna know what I caught her
doing?" My voice rose. "Boning my boss in the back seat of his
car."
    "Hey!" Brittney said. "We weren't boning. We
were doing other stuff."
    "Whatever." I turned back to Lawton. "So for
your sake, I hope you wore a damn condom." I made a hard, scoffing
sound. "You know what? On second thought, I hope you didn't.
Because you deserve whatever this skank gives you."
    Lawton's face crumpled. "Baby." With two long
strides, he closed the distance between us. He reached for my hand.
"I didn't wear anything."
    I snatched my hand away. "How nice for
you."
    "Because," he said, "I didn't have to. She's
only here for one thing."
    Yeah, and it was pretty obvious what that was. "Exactly," I said.
    "Not that." He turned toward Brittney. "She's
here," he said, speaking very slowly and clearly, "to tell you how
very, very sorry she is."
    I snatched my hand away. "In her underpants?
Do I look stupid to you?"
    With a muttered curse, Lawton strode over to
the front closet. He reached to the top shelf and pulled out a navy
stadium blanket. He hurled it at Brittney. She didn't move to catch
it. The blanket hit her torso and slid to the floor.
    "Cover up," he said. "Or get out. Your
choice."
    With a scowl, Brittney leaned over to pick up
the blanket, taking her sweet time. With the same languid motion,
she stood and draped the blanket loosely around her shoulders,
covering next to nothing.
    I pointed to her pelvis. "I think you missed
a spot."
    With a huff, she tightened the blanket around
herself, leaving only her bare legs exposed. She gave me a smirk.
"Prude."
    I gave her a smirk right back.
"Squid-fucker."
    Brittney turned to Lawton. "Did you hear what
she called me?"
    Lawton gave her a cold look. "Like I care,"
he said. "Now, go on. Apologize. Chloe's waiting."
    "Oh alright." Brittney blew out a breath and
looked vaguely in my direction. Her voice was a bored monotone as
she said, "I'm sorry about that little joke."
    I stared at her. "A joke?"
    She rolled her eyes. "You know. The prank.
With Joey and Paul."
    Joey and Paul? The guys in the ski masks? So that was their names?
    Lawton's voice was tight. "That was no
prank."
    "Aw c'mon," Brittney said. "Yes, it was. Just
a little joke. No big deal." She turned to me. "Go on, tell him.
You thought it was funny. Right?"
    "Funny?" I said. "So let me get this
straight. Two masked men try to throw me in a trunk, and you call
that a fucking joke?"
    She shrugged. "At least I have a sense
of humor. Unlike some people."
    "Gee," I said, "maybe some people
don't like getting dragged away in the middle of the night. Maybe some people are funny like that. Maybe some people
aren't totally fucking nuts!"
    "Hey, you're the one who's crazy," she said.
"It wasn't the middle of the night. It was like, what, nine?" She
turned to Lawton. "See? She's making it sound ten times worse than
it was."
    Lawton's gaze narrowed. At his side, his
hands were fisted so tight that the corded muscles in his forearms
looked hard as granite.
    Brittney took a small step backward, but then
quickly recovered. She tossed her long blonde hair over one
shoulder and said, "So like I told you, it's no big deal."
    "And like I told you ," Lawton said,
"it is a big deal. A very big deal. And if you were some
guy, you'd be getting a lot worse than the chance to beg Chloe for
forgiveness."
    "Hey," she said. "No one said anything about
begging." She threw back her shoulders. "Brittney Adams doesn't beg
for anything."
    "Not even car nookie?" I said.
    She gave me a look. "It wasn't nookie." She
turned to Lawton. "You believe me, right?"
    "What I believe," he said, "is that you're
supposed to be apologizing."
    She pursed her lips and turned back to me.
"Alright. I guess I'm sorry. But seriously, it's no big
deal. In