Giving In: The Sandy Cove Series (Book 1)

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Book: Giving In: The Sandy Cove Series (Book 1) by M.R. Joseph Read Free Book Online
Authors: M.R. Joseph
Tags: Contemporary
and gives me a look of pure disgust. Her tone is quiet, but her delivery is spectacular.
    “If you think I’m going to live next door to you for the next ten weeks, watch you parade around with skanks, listen to you have sexual encounters with them inside or outside of that house, and watch you and your caveman mannerisms, I will be put in a mental institution for the criminally insane, because I will kill you by the end of summer!”
    Yikes, she can scream when she’s angry, and if memory serves me, when she’s coming too.
    Mind… meet gutter.
    She takes off and her friends look pissed. Porter’s cousin, Willow, the crazy one, gets near and starts to poke my chest.
    “Listen here dickwad, you are not going to be the reason that girl leaves here. She is so deserving of this summer break. I can’t even give you enough reasons. Just let me warn you.” She takes my nipple, ouch, and starts to twist it. “If she leaves, and you don’t try to rectify it, I will cut off your precious dick and serve it to the fish restaurant up the street, have them cook it up real nice, then shove it down your throat. You got me, copper?”
    Ow, that hurts, and I’m pretty sure this is not a threat. Think Cruz, think.
    Do the right thing?
    Let her rip off my nipple?
    Let her cut Morty off my body?
    I love Morty, we have been friends since birth.
    Ugh. Doing the right thing sucks. Totally.
    “Fine. Ok. I will, but please stop twisting my nipple.”
    She releases me. Points to her eyes with her index and middle fingers, then at me, like a sign as to I’ll be watching you. The girls walk away, and I’m left with a bruised nipple, calf, and balls.
    Life’s not fair.
    “Guess I better go apologize.” The guys nod to me.
    I hate being a grown up. It sucks.

CHAPTER 4
     
    Introducing Turnip
    Cruz~
     
     
     
    By the time I reach the house and make it to the girls’ sliding glass door, I’m really re-thinking this whole apology thing. Why should I? Because I tried to have a little fun with her? It really wasn’t a big deal. I thought it was funny to see her dance around that street.
    My conscience is battling with me, the angel on one shoulder, the devil on the other. The devil usually wins, but I’m seriously afraid of Willow. I’m pretty sure she means business, so I guess in this case, the angel is defeating my horn-clad friend. I just need to figure out how to give Harlow a reason not to leave, and I really have no idea how I’m going to pull this off. I’ve never had to apologize, admit I’m wrong, or at least be wrong. I’m close to perfection in my eyes. I need to stay here, do good at this rent-a-cop job so maybe I can get a full-time position with the force.
    After chickening out about two or three times, I gently knock on the door. Willow comes to the door, opens it gently, and motions for me to come in. I follow her as she gives me the death glare.
    “Where is she?” I say quietly.
    “Packing, what do you think she’s doing?”
    Shit. I better make this good.
    “Can I go talk to her?” She nods.
    “Last room on the right, and remember what I said asshole, she needs to stay, so do your best to keep her here. I know being a nice guy may be new to you, but you better try, if your genitals know what’s good for them.”
    This chick is scary, and if I don’t make Harlow stay, I’ll be afraid to go to sleep at night.
    I take a deep breath in, as I pass two very pissed off broads, and make my way to Harlow’s door. I reach it and quietly knock a few times. This is really not my thing, but here goes nothing.
    I hear her faintly tell me or whomever she thinks it is to come in.
    I slowly turn the knob and make my way in. She’s turned so her back is to me and the rest of her is in her closet, taking out items of clothing. A large suitcase is on her bed, open, with a few things already in it.
    I close the door behind me and lean against it. When she turns and sees me, she looks shocked, but surprisingly calm. Her

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