Own the Wind by Kristen Ashley Read Free Book Online

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    The bottle came down with Tabby spluttering and Shy reached for it.
    Through a grin, he advised, “You may be drinking direct, sugar, but you still gotta drink smart.”
    “Right,” she breathed out like her throat was on fire.
    He put the bottle to his lips and took another drag before he put it to the bar.
    Tabby wrapped her hand around it, lifted it, and sucked some back, but this time she did it smart and her hand with the bottle came down slowly, although she was still breathing kind of heavy.
    When she recovered, he leaned into his forearms on the bar and asked softly, “You wanna talk?”
    “No,” she answered sharply, her eyes narrowing, the sorrow shifting through them slicing through his gut. She lifted the bottle, took another drink before locking her gaze with his. “I don’t wanna talk. I don’t wanna share my feelings. I don’t wanna
get it out
. I wanna
get drunk
.”
    She didn’t leave any lines to read through, she said it plain, so he gave her that out.
    “Right, so we gonna do that, you sittin’ there sluggin’ it back and me standin’ here watchin’ you, or are we gonna do something? Like play pool.”
    “I rock at pool,” she informed him.
    “Babe, I’ll wipe the floor with you.”
    “No way,” she scoffed.
    “Totally,” he said through a grin.
    “You’re so sure, darlin’, we’ll make it interesting,” she offered.
    “I’m up for that,” he agreed. “I win, you make me cookies. You win, you pick.”
    He barely finished speaking before she gave him a gift the likes he’d never had in his entire fucking life.
    The pale moved out of her features as pink hit her cheeks, life shot into her eyes, making them vibrant, their startling color rocking him to his fucking core before she bested all that shit and burst out laughing.
    He had no idea what he did, what he said, but whatever it was, he’d do it and say it over and over until he took his last breath just so he could watch her laugh.
    He didn’t say a word when her laughter turned to chuckles and continued his silence, his eyes on her.
    When she caught him looking at her, she explained, “My cooking, hit and miss. Sometimes, it’s brilliant. Sometimes, it’s…” she grinned “…
not
. Baking is the same. I just can’t seem to get the hang of it. I don’t even have that”—she lifted up her fingers to do air quotation marks—“
signature dish
that comes out great every time. I don’t know what it is about me. Dad and Rush, even Tyra, they rock in the kitchen. Me, no.” She leaned in. “
Totally
no. So I was laughing because anyone who knows me would not think cookies from me would be a good deal for a bet. Truth is, they could be awesome but they could also seriously suck.”
    “How ’bout I take my chances?” he suggested.
    She shrugged, still grinning. “Your funeral.”
    Her words made Shy tense, and the pink slid out of her cheeks, the life started seeping out of her eyes.
    “Drink,” he ordered quickly.
    “What?” she whispered, and he reached out and slid the tequila to her.
    “Drink. Now. Suck it back, babe. Do it thinkin’ what you get if you win.”
    She nodded, grabbed the bottle, took a slug, and dropped it to the bar with a crash, letting out a totally fucking cute “Ah” before she declared, “You change my oil.”
    His brows shot up. “That’s it?”
    “I need my oil changed and it costs, like, thirty dollars. I can buy a lot of stuff with thirty dollars. A lot of stuff
I want
. I don’t want
oil
. My car does but I don’t.”
    “Tabby, sugar, your dad part-owns the most kick-ass garage this side of the Mississippi and most of the other side, and you’re paying for oil changes?”
    Her eyes slid away and he knew why.
    Fuck.
    She was doing it to avoid him. Still.
    Serious as shit, this had to stop.
    So he was going to stop it.
    “We play pool and we get drunk and we enjoy it, that’s our plan, so let’s get this shit out of the way,” he stated. Her eyes slid back