Free Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #4.5) by Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

it means that he’s ready to get over you or forget you.”
    She nods a couple times. “I just want him to be happy…but I want him too.”
    “I know,” I say softly.
    “We had sex,” she suddenly blurts out, her cheeks ashen.
    “Willow Hale,” I say with a gasp, smiling wide. I high-five my computer screen.
    She timidly high-fives her computer screen in reply.
    “Am I the first you told?”
    “I meant to tell Lily, but I keep chickening out. It’s just…” She sighs. “I think it turned into a goodbye because…we did it the day before I left Philadelphia. I think that’s why he’s so upset.”
    I lower my voice. “Easy fix, right? Just have sex with him again. Then it won’t seem like the last time you both ever do it.”
    “I’m even more scared. How is that possible?” She smashes her face into a pillow and mumbles, “I’m so awkward.”
    I love Willow so much. “You’re totally human, and you get to hold onto the amazing fact that you never slept with someone that makes your skin crawl.” In hindsight, disgust slithers down my spine when I remember kissing Julian.
    “At least now you’re stronger for it,” Willow reminds me. “You learned what you like.”
    I definitely did.
    I like guys who emotionally care about me.
    I like my wolf.
    The diner suddenly falls hushed, which can only mean one thing.
    I look up just as Ryke Meadows and Loren Hale make their way through Lucky’s Diner, aimed for my corner booth.
    To Willow, I say. “We have company in the form of Mr. Broody-Pants and Mr. I-Will-Butcher-All-Living-Things-With-My-Eyes. Want to see?”
    Willow nods, and I spin my laptop, the screen facing the diner’s entrance. Ryke and Lo both wear track pants and T-shirts, sweat stains outlining their muscles. They probably just finished running not too long ago.
    I narrate, “And as the moose slowly amble through the prairie, all the antelopes perk up and admire their delectable horns and stout bodies. Oohhh aahhh , the antelopes whisper.”
    Willow is cracking up laughing, her voice only traveling through my earbuds, but as her brothers approach, they see her on the screen. Lo is the first to greet his sister.
    “Look at that moose try to wave,” I continue. “He lifts his hoof and gives a hearty hello to a strange technological device.”
    Flatly, Lo says, “You’re goddamn weird.” Then he slides into the booth on my left.
    I gasp. “The moose can speak!” I swivel the computer towards Ryke and lift it up so it’s more in line with his face. “And here stands Mr. Broody Pants. What a specimen.”
    Ryke playfully pushes my forehead.
    My face bursts into a powerful smile.
    Ryke almost smiles too, and he raises his brows at me like what are you getting on about, Calloway?
    You.
    I’m getting on about you.
    Ryke retrains his attention onto his half-sister. “Hey, Willow,” he greets before sliding in on my right side. I flip the laptop to its original position. Facing me. Not the diner.
    Ryke and Lo squeeze closer to me, both entering the Skype window and able to see Willow clearly. Before they snatch my earbuds and fight over them, I unplug my headphones and increase the volume.
    Lo taps into big-brother mode pretty fast. “What’s new? How’s school? Are the people shit?” He actually asks five more questions, but they all have the same heartbeat.
    Are you okay, Willow?
    “I’m still getting used to everything, but it’s not bad.” Willow shrugs and hangs her head, chewing her lip. I think she’s contemplating whether or not to bring up Garrison.
    “Did you guys hear that she found a comic book store there?” I lift my hamburger up to Ryke, and he kisses me before biting into it. He licks his thumb and mouths, fucking mustard?
    So maybe “condiment banisher” isn’t in my future.
    Ryke loves mustard, but he knows it’s not my favorite. “I didn’t scrape it off?” I whisper and peek beneath the bun. Damn.
    “It’s not up to par with Superheroes & Scones,”