River's Escape (River's End Series, #2) by Leanne Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

They usually included Shane Rydell. Her heart skipped a beat. She needed to change, and maybe wash her hair. She had to scrub away the stickiness of grease and coffee that she always worried was slowly enveloping her.
    Maybe Drew would arrive by then. He was, of course, her brothers’ friend. That’s how she hooked up with him in the first place. He hung around their trailer a lot. He started making advances toward her on any number of such evenings as tonight promised to be. Big groups. Drinking beer. Hanging out. Drew never even really asked her out on a date, not that she could remember, although it really didn’t even matter.
    “No. You guys drank it all the other night.”
    Caleb stretched his long legs out before him and sighed. He was so busy scooping the biscuits and gravy into his mouth, he didn’t even look up. “Damn. Can you run out and grab some?”
    She bristled. “No. I can’t run to the store. Do it yourself.”
    Jordan snickered. “What’s your problem? You on the rag?”
    Always. They always said that to her if she ever complained, or refused to do what they asked. She gritted her teeth. Brothers were the most annoying, disgusting siblings she could ever imagine having. Why couldn’t she have had sisters? Polite, sweet, caring sisters.
    Instead, she was relegated to living with lazy brothers, who incessantly scratched their “junk” and released any number of rude, bodily noises when they felt so inspired. Their friends weren’t any better. None of them seemed to realize she really was a girl, or that she didn’t appreciate it.
    Shoving her own plate away, Kailynn stalked down to her room. She silently refused to answer their sexist assumption about why she might have been in a bad mood. Surely, they could never have been the source of her bad mood, could they? Grown men who couldn’t clean anything, or prepare their own food. Or even work, for that matter. None of that should have concerned her so much, but all of it did.
    When she answered the pounding knock on the front door later that evening, she was already changed into shorts and a tank top. She covered it with a loose blouse. She hated her enormous boobs. They were too big and matronly-looking. They weren’t like those nice, perky, fake big sizes. No, hers were natural, full, and thick. They started nearly at her back and sagged down much too far. Her bra straps left deep indentations on her shoulders and she often had a stiff neck and upper back aches. She hated them with a passion that no man could ever hope to understand or comprehend. Sure, her boyfriends adored that part of her anatomy. She wasn’t stupid. She saw where most men’s eyes first went upon meeting her, and even after knowing her. She was that big. She hated seeing anyone’s eyes linger there. Lacking the kind of personality to make light of it, or enjoy it, she was timid, and shy. Not so bubbly and never flirty enough to carry off her boobs as something fun and sexy. Instead, they remained a big nuisance that never ceased to embarrass her. She habitually covered them with any means necessary. Winter was her favorite season, with its big sweaters and even bigger coats.
    She opened the door wider and allowed the three friends to enter. Not thirty seconds behind them were Shane and Ian. Her heart tripped when Shane came running up onto the porch. He saluted her with an offhand grin. She tried to mask her discomfort with a quick smile. They all lounged around the trailer. Dad had already gone to his room, shutting the door tightly for the night.
    Drew eventually got there and came up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and let them rest on her waist. She initially jumped at his touch and turned towards him with a frown. He had thick hair and a tuft of it drooped over his forehead. He did that on purpose. She once witnessed him styling it with hair gel, making it spring back just so. It nearly begged a girl’s hand to brush it away, and she was sure that was