Love Me ~ Through the Storm by Renee Kennedy Read Free Book Online
Authors: Renee Kennedy
of this skirt.”
“Sure, no problem. Let me go get you something to wear.”
He’s back in a flash with a pair of boxers. I slip them on under my skirt then take off the skirt. “Thanks, Kane.”
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. What would you like to drink; juice, water…”
“Do you have anything stronger? I really want to forget about tonight.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Oakley—”
“Don’t baby me, Kane. I’m almost nineteen years old, and I’m away from home at college. This is like a rite of passage or some shit.”
He holds up his hands. “Okay, okay, what do you want to drink then? But I’ll tell you right now, you’re only having one because I’m not going to be cleaning up your puke.” He crosses his arms.
“Do you have any Twisted Tea or Lemonade, like Bailey had at the wedding?”
“No, I don’t have any of that girly shit,” he scoffs. “I have bourbon, tequila, rum, and vodka.”
“What kind of juice do you have? I can mix it up so it’s all fruity, like Bailey drinks it.”
“Oh geez. I have just about any kind of juice.”
“Do you have pineapple juice? I like that and rum together.”
“I do have pineapple juice, and what you’re wanting is a Caribou Lou.” Kane says.
“I don’t know what stuff is called, I only know what they tell me is in it.” I shrug, “She mentioned coconut, but I guess the drink will be okay without it, too.”
“Yeah, that’s a Caribou Lou. Bailey doesn’t like anything that tastes like alcohol so she drinks some girly crap. I’ll make you one of those, but like I said, only one.”
I follow him to his huge kitchen, which is big enough that he has a fully stocked bar set up in one corner. His countertops look like they are made of marble and all of the appliances are stainless steel. In the middle of the kitchen is a colossal island, with a stovetop in the center and a small sink on the end.
The kitchen and living room are all one big area with everything in the shades of blacks and grays with a few dashes of blue here and there. You can definitely tell that it’s a man’s domain. The counters are almost empty aside from the bar area. The living room has a sofa, recliner, and the biggest television I’ve ever seen in my life.
Kane does all of his fancy little bartending things to mix my drink. “Here you go.” He hands me my drink then gives me that smile I love as he cleans up his mess.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asks.
“Sure, that would be great.” I walk over and sit on the couch.
He comes with a bottle of water in hand and makes himself comfortable in the recliner then picks up the remote, “Let’s see what we’ve got here to watch.” He scrolls through all the movie channels and everything on demand. “Anything look interesting?”
I pull the afghan from the back of the couch. “You know, I’m not going to try and take advantage of you if you sit by me like you usually do. You made it perfectly clear that you only think of me as a little girl so you’re safe, Kane.” I huff. I really wish I could go back in time and stop myself from saying I love him. I’m mortified that he knows, but it’s something that I’m going to have to live with now because I’m done with sweating this small stuff.
7
Kane
Oakley, once again, isn’t making things easy on me. “I’m not avoiding you on purpose, sweetheart, this is always where I sit here at home, Oak.” I drop the footrest of my recliner then go over and plop down on the couch. “Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Quinn?”
“He’s coming back early tomorrow because he’s leaving on Sunday for his next training assignment.” Oakley gives me a half smile.
“What is his next training assignment? And what about boot camp, don’t they have to go through that before they do anything else?” I ask her.
“That’s where he’s been over the last ten weeks, but they call it basic training not boot
“Sure, no problem. Let me go get you something to wear.”
He’s back in a flash with a pair of boxers. I slip them on under my skirt then take off the skirt. “Thanks, Kane.”
“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. What would you like to drink; juice, water…”
“Do you have anything stronger? I really want to forget about tonight.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Oakley—”
“Don’t baby me, Kane. I’m almost nineteen years old, and I’m away from home at college. This is like a rite of passage or some shit.”
He holds up his hands. “Okay, okay, what do you want to drink then? But I’ll tell you right now, you’re only having one because I’m not going to be cleaning up your puke.” He crosses his arms.
“Do you have any Twisted Tea or Lemonade, like Bailey had at the wedding?”
“No, I don’t have any of that girly shit,” he scoffs. “I have bourbon, tequila, rum, and vodka.”
“What kind of juice do you have? I can mix it up so it’s all fruity, like Bailey drinks it.”
“Oh geez. I have just about any kind of juice.”
“Do you have pineapple juice? I like that and rum together.”
“I do have pineapple juice, and what you’re wanting is a Caribou Lou.” Kane says.
“I don’t know what stuff is called, I only know what they tell me is in it.” I shrug, “She mentioned coconut, but I guess the drink will be okay without it, too.”
“Yeah, that’s a Caribou Lou. Bailey doesn’t like anything that tastes like alcohol so she drinks some girly crap. I’ll make you one of those, but like I said, only one.”
I follow him to his huge kitchen, which is big enough that he has a fully stocked bar set up in one corner. His countertops look like they are made of marble and all of the appliances are stainless steel. In the middle of the kitchen is a colossal island, with a stovetop in the center and a small sink on the end.
The kitchen and living room are all one big area with everything in the shades of blacks and grays with a few dashes of blue here and there. You can definitely tell that it’s a man’s domain. The counters are almost empty aside from the bar area. The living room has a sofa, recliner, and the biggest television I’ve ever seen in my life.
Kane does all of his fancy little bartending things to mix my drink. “Here you go.” He hands me my drink then gives me that smile I love as he cleans up his mess.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asks.
“Sure, that would be great.” I walk over and sit on the couch.
He comes with a bottle of water in hand and makes himself comfortable in the recliner then picks up the remote, “Let’s see what we’ve got here to watch.” He scrolls through all the movie channels and everything on demand. “Anything look interesting?”
I pull the afghan from the back of the couch. “You know, I’m not going to try and take advantage of you if you sit by me like you usually do. You made it perfectly clear that you only think of me as a little girl so you’re safe, Kane.” I huff. I really wish I could go back in time and stop myself from saying I love him. I’m mortified that he knows, but it’s something that I’m going to have to live with now because I’m done with sweating this small stuff.
7
Kane
Oakley, once again, isn’t making things easy on me. “I’m not avoiding you on purpose, sweetheart, this is always where I sit here at home, Oak.” I drop the footrest of my recliner then go over and plop down on the couch. “Do you want to talk about what happened between you and Quinn?”
“He’s coming back early tomorrow because he’s leaving on Sunday for his next training assignment.” Oakley gives me a half smile.
“What is his next training assignment? And what about boot camp, don’t they have to go through that before they do anything else?” I ask her.
“That’s where he’s been over the last ten weeks, but they call it basic training not boot