Harkham's Choice (Harkham's Series Book 2) by Chanse Lowell Read Free Book Online Page A

Michelle . . .” He scratched his cheek. “Mari left her DVDs of Torchwood and Doctor Who . I came to get them for her.”
    “Ugh! Not those stupid shows again. I figured you were here to get her bike.” She rolled her eyes.
    “ Bike ?” He had no idea what she was talking about. Did Mari have a motorcycle?
    “I forgot about those stupid geeky shows of hers. Come get ‘em,” she said, stepping aside and waving him in.
    She left him alone to fend for himself.
    Fortunately, he remembered seeing where Mari put the DVDs when he had watched one of the shows with her back when he’d only known her for a few short days.
    He found them quickly, but there were more than he’d remembered.
    Without asking, since he was unaware of where Michelle had gone, he went into the kitchen and found a plastic grocery bag.
    He walked as quietly as he could, snapped up all her shows and plunked them in the bag.
    Before leaving, he called out, “Thank you, my future mother-in-law. I hope you’ll like me some day. I’m a nice guy, and I’m good to Mari. Thanks for letting me in. Bye now!”
    He opened the door, manipulated the handle on the door to lock it so she’d be safe in her home and he left.
    On the drive home, there was so much music in his head he was singing as loud as he could.
    This was going to be fun!
    He parked as swiftly as he could, his hands shaking with joy.
    As soon as he got inside, into the kitchen where Zach and Mari were, he wore a lopsided smile and pushed his dangling bangs out of his eyes.
    Zach saw him and grinned.
    “How’d it go?” Zach winked at Adam.
    “How did what go?” Mari asked, her brow slanted.
    Adam looked at him with a little bit of apprehension and ignored her question. “Treacherous . . .”
    “Why do I feel like you’re talking about your anatomy again?” Zach laughed. “The words you use . . .” He smirked and dropped his head, shaking it a little.
    “You could talk this way too, if you wanted.” Adam grabbed a drink of water and chugged it down.
    “I wish.” Zach looked at Mari and leaned against the counter. “You should hear him and Dad go off. When they start talking about medical and science stuff, I have no idea what they’re talking about.”
    “I’d love to see that,” Mari said. She stepped up to Adam, kissed his cheek, then rubbed it away with the pad of her thumb. As he took another sip of his drink, she nudged him with her shoulder and snickered as a little bit of it sloshed out and dripped down his chin and neck.
    “You know what we’re talking about.” Adam rolled his eyes at his brother. “You’re smart.”
    “Yeah, that’s why I had to repeat my senior year and be in the same grade as you and the nugget.” Zach tensed up, his forearms flexing.
    “That’s not why,” Adam said. He set his drink down. “You get distracted—that’s all.” He half-shrugged.
    “Yeah, by anything wearing a skirt.” Zach snorted, went to the pantry and grabbed a bag of pretzels, then started munching.
    “Men wear skirts, too. They’re called kilts,” Adam said, staring at him like he already knew this everyday fact.
    “Well, thank God kilts are not the normal every-day wear at school for dudes. The day one of them shows up in one, sounds like you’ll have to chain me to my desk to keep me away.” Zach popped a handful of snacks into his mouth while he fought off a huge smile.
    Mari busted out laughing.
    “Oh, before I forget,” Adam said. He went and grabbed the plastic grocery bag he’d left by the door. The bag made a crinkly noise as he handed it to Mari with a huge grin plastered on his face.
    “You really got them? You mean she hadn’t burned them or urinated on them?” Mari’s eyes glowed with pleasure as she pulled out her Doctor Wh o and Torchwood DVDs.
    “ Urinated ?” Zach chuckled. “You’ve been hanging out with him way too much. You sound like a doctor.”
    Mari smirked. “Well, I’d rather that be the case than Adam sounding like