The Trouble with Dating Sue (Grover Beach Team #6)

The Trouble with Dating Sue (Grover Beach Team #6) by Anna Katmore Read Free Book Online

Book: The Trouble with Dating Sue (Grover Beach Team #6) by Anna Katmore Read Free Book Online
Authors: Anna Katmore
open front door as she told Ethan, “Okay. Call me after school.” Then she leaned around the door and fixed me with a scowl. “Give him my number, dickhead!”
    Swallowing, I nodded, and she was gone.
    As Ethan trudged back through the hallway, I stepped out of the kitchen and blocked his way. “Hey, man, I’m sorry.”
    “Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes. A moment later, he shrugged it off, though. “Maybe next time wait until I invite you in.”
    “I thought she’d left already,” I rushed to explain. “It was so quiet in your room.”
    Now he laughed. “Guess why!”
    Shit, I was such an idiot. With a grimace, I groaned, “Not gonna happen again, I promise.”
    Ethan slapped me on the shoulder and grinned as he passed me. “No worries. I suppose there will be other chances.”
    To kiss her? Two hours ago, he’d assured me he wasn’t interested in that girl. Just friends —those had been his words. What in the world had changed his mind in there? Then again, there had been a lot of popcorn on his bed when I’d stormed in on them, and his mouth hadn’t yet been on hers. What if I’d read it all wrong?
    I spun around and blurted, “Did you kiss her?”
    My brother’s answer was deadpan. “Now wouldn’t you like to know?”

Chapter 4
     
     
    I DIDN’T GET any more information out of Ethan while we ate pizza in the living room that evening, and as much as it disappointed me, I felt even worse for Mom. The moment she got home from seeing her client, she burst into my room, about to explode with curiosity.
    She closed the door, pressed her back against it, let out a long, girly breath that she was much too old for, and demanded, “Tell me everything!”
    Playing dumb, I left her drowning in her personal torture a second longer. “Umm…about what? How my Spanish is going…or how the pizza we had while you were gone was?”
    “I’m warning you, buddy,” she threatened with a finger pointed in my direction as she suppressed a laugh. “Don’t make me ground you for the rest of the month. You know I’m talking about Ethan’s female visitor.”
    “Why don’t you go ask him yourself?”
    “Because you always tell me not to push him. Now spill, buddy, or I’m going to wash your favorite shirt with my pink socks next time. What do you know?”
    This woman knew no limits. I cracked a smile. “Don’t run off to buy a dress for a wedding just yet. Ethan said they’re only friends. But if you ask me, they were close to making out in his room.”
    Mom crossed to my bed and sat down on the edge. I turned in my swivel chair to face her. “Close to?” she asked, pulling my pillow into her lap and hugging it.
    “Yeah.” I scratched my head with a pen. “I kinda walked in on them and stopped whatever was going on, though.”
    Instantly, Mom stiffened, and her brows shot upward. “You did what?”
    “I didn’t know it was the wrong moment,” I defended myself as the pillow barreled straight for my face. Catching it, I threw it back at her. “Believe me, I really wish I hadn’t.”
    With a deep sigh, Mom put my pillow back in place, stood up, and walked to the door. With a mocking glance back at me, she snarled, “I really should ground you for that, you know. For an entire year. With no basketball ever again.”
    “It was a flipping mistake, Mom.” Biting back a chuckle, I swiveled back to my computer and finished my email to Dad. I hadn’t written him in a while, and since I was the only one in this family who still kept in touch with him, I thought it was okay to give him an update on Ethan’s dating life. He would like to hear about Sue.
     
    *
     
    “So…” I began, as Ethan drove us to school the next morning. “Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday?”
    An annoying smirk tugged at his mouth. And like I expected, he didn't respond.
    My dear brother enjoyed tormenting me by holding back the information I tried to squeeze out of him a little too much. Did I deserve that

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