Free December (The Page Sisters Book 1) by Michelle Watson

his short messy dark hair. All of the Oliver brothers have the same color hair. It’s a shade lighter than black and a shade darker than brown. They also have the same striking golden color in their rich eyes. It has to be from their mother because their father is a hundred percent Cherokee. From what I understand she was a Switzerland beauty queen, who ran out on them when they were just kids. They don’t ever talk about her. Like ever.
    I don’t even know her name.
    They won’t tell me.
    “Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you what happened. We were having fun, goofing around until your sixth shot of tequila. You know how emotional you get when you’re drunk. You started to become Debbie Downer, and this tatted up sexy Latina chick with ruby-red hair and those juicy J-Lo/Beyoncé booties was giving me The eye all night. My dick was hard and I called Dan to come and get you. That’s all you wanted, anyway. He picked you up, and I didn’t have to babysit you. Instead I had the best club sex with Tina. It was amazing.”
    I chuck another ice cube at his face. He dodges the direct hit but manages to catch it in his mouth. “What the fuck, Gray? You’re such a jerk.”
    “I’m not,” he replies earnestly, cracking the ice between his teeth. “Tell me you woke up and regretted seeing Dan next to you?”
    Pouting, I fork over my Mexican-pizza. “I don’t regret anything.”
    “Right,” he says knowingly. “I’m sure we’re all going to be watching you walk down the aisle soon to Danny, dressed in your virginal white. As you have the right to do. If anyone has the right to wear white when they get married it’s you, December. Then you’ll have his babies to fill his empty house. I mean you both already have the dog. You’re getting good practice. May and Miles already have us all beat with the whole marriage and kid thing. But it’s clear you and Danny are next. It’s hard out here for a handsome bachelor—cold nights of sweaty orgasms and faceless admirations of how good I am in the sack. I’m trying to get like you guys.”
    Yeah.
    Except his perfect woman and only love, my oldest sister January, keeps running from him.
    I don’t know why.
    Sure Gray needs work, but he’s a great catch.
    He has the biggest heart and those pure golden luminous eyes are breathtaking. I swear those irises have the power to read the soul when you want to put your defenses up and hide.
    Gray is incredible and he’s a million times better than Luke, her abusive on and off again boyfriend.
    Gray snaps his fingers in front of my face and I jump. “Where’d you go, December?”
    “I was thinking how good of a catch you are and how pretty your butterscotch-colored eyes are.”
    He smiles slowly, flirtatiously batting his thick lashes. “You think my eyes are pretty?”
    I feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. Damn him. Gray has always had the power to make me blush. He’s always had the power to make me uncomfortable with little to no effort. It’s because everyone in town already thinks we’re sleeping together. “I’m going out with Josh tonight,” I say, wanting to shut him up.
    Gray’s brows furrow. “Is that a smart thing to do?”
    “I don’t see why not. We’re friends, Gray.”
    “But clearly you know where Josh stands.”
    “And he knows where I stand,” I argue.
    “Okay,” he says in surrender. “As long as you know what you’re doing. Hey, can you order me another burrito? I also need some gas, ”─ he grins like a Cheshire ca t─ “You can fill up my tank, right?”
    “You’re such a moocher,” I groan, already reaching for my debit card in my wallet of my coat pocket. “You work, so where the heck does all your money go?”
    “To the Getting Laid Fund,” he sighs disappointedly, leaning back in his chair. “Women are expensive creatures.”
    “Gray,” I tsk, shaking my head. “Must I teach you everything? Leave the wining and dining to the professionals. You, my stupid friend, have a face