Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail by Tijan Read Free Book Online

against my body, but I had no idea what it was.
    "You're freaking out."
    "I'm not freaking out."
    "You are. You totally are." He nodded again, as if it made perfect sense to him.
    "Don't do that! Stop!" But I felt my arms start to shake and then my entire body. I was suddenly cold, really cold.
    "This is the talk . This is when we talk about it, isn't it?" Brady murmured to himself as he shook his head.
    "We're not talking," I managed through chattering teeth.
    "Look at you." He lifted a hand to me. "You're totally freaking out."
    "I am not!"
    "Shh!" He glanced at the door and then turned on the fan. As the sound dulled the air, he crossed to me and grasped my elbow to pull me down on the bed beside him.
    I did not lie down. I sat. I only sat, perched on the end.
    "Okay…" One of his hands lifted to take mine, but I scurried back. I stopped when I hit the wall and that was how we sat. I was against the wall. Brady was turned towards me with one of his hands in the air.
    A confounded look came across his face, but his eyes searched mine for a moment. I wasn't sure what he read in my eyes, maybe panic, but he laid his hand on his leg. I watched, fascinated, as his fingers curled into his leg like he was trying to restrain himself. His other hand was clenched into his other leg. His shoulder muscles were bunched together tightly. I noticed that his hair was wet and a droplet of water slid down the back of his neck, gliding over his muscles.
    "Did you take a shower?"
    "What?" Brady asked, distracted.
    "You took a shower. Did you go downstairs?" Grandpa had his own shower in the basement.
    "Uh…yeah. I smelled." Brady stared at something on my floor.
    I looked, but couldn't see what it was.
    Then my eyes widened in terror when I saw it was a pair of pink underpants that had fallen off the pile of laundry. It caught on a drawer on my desk and hung there, on display. I sucked in my breath and hurled off the bed to snatch it up. When I turned back, Brady's eyes were laughing at me, but he didn't say anything.
    That's when I lost it. The fright. The panic. The "freak out" all vanished as one chuckle wracked through my body. Pretty soon, I couldn't stop the giggles. Brady joined in and both of us were laughing until I clamped a hand over my mouth to quiet myself. Tears blinded me for a moment, but they weren't those types of tears. I kept laughing, silent now, and I wiped them clear. I blinked to keep more from appearing. Brady's shoulders shook in laughter.
    "Okay…" I murmured when I had resumed enough control to form sentences. I moved and sat beside him again, but this time I knew that I wouldn't scamper off. "I won't do that again. I promise." I patted his knee.
    "Thanks." He caught my hand. "I don't like having my best friend scared of me."
    Brady lifted his blue eyes to mine and I was startled to see how sombre they were. He'd just been laughing, but…
    "You were scared of me, Rayna. Don't do that again."
    I couldn't look away. Somehow, my hand found its way to the side of his face and it cupped his cheek. "I won't."
    "Promise." His hand rested on top of mine.
    "Promise." I could barely talk.
    "Okay."
    "Is it hot in here?"
    He chuckled. "I don't think it's the room, Rayna."
    I suddenly missed the nights when I curled up with a book. "So…uh…what did Clarissa want?"
    Brady yawned as he ran his fingers through his soft blonde buzz cut.
    I loved his hair. My fingers itched to replace his hand and curl his hair around them. Whoa—change the mind topic.
    "…her place tonight. I told her that I'd ask you…"
    I ripped my gaze from his hair and jumped when I saw a knowing glint in his eyes. Brady smirked.
    "What?"
    He just shook his head. "You need to get control of yourself. Or else we're going to get in more trouble."
    My jaw dropped, but I looked away. We both knew what he meant. "Okay, so what were you saying?"
    "I was saying that Clarissa's having a party tonight at her dad's place. I left my cell at the police station or