Unwrapped (The Camdyn Series Book 5) by Coryell Christina

Author:Coryell, Christina [Coryell, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“If you’re going to be a sissy about it, you can always stay here.” Camdyn turned to look at me, mascara wand firmly in hand with what looked like a mad swarm of angry black caterpillars fighting under her eye. For a brief moment I considered telling her that Charlie might have a better method for applying under-eye black, since he loved baseball so much, but instead I chose to let her look like a complete nut.

“Nobody’s being a sissy, and there’s no need to start name-calling. I’m simply saying that I don’t understand why blessing someone who can’t repay you translates into dressing like a ninja.”

“Trust me, a disguise is necessary.” Twisting back toward the mirror, she proceeded to drag the mascara wand under her other eye until both cheeks were streaked with the black stain. “You’re welcome to stay here and take a nap. I’ve never seen you be so tired.”

A protest rose in my throat, but I swallowed it. Camdyn and I had done a bit of shopping early in the morning, and then I came home and slept on the couch for a few hours. From her vantage point it probably did seem a bit lazy on my part, but I couldn’t tell her I had been up until the wee hours of the morning two nights in a row talking to her brother.

“I’m wearing head-to-toe black, is that not enough for you?” I asked. “I feel like I’ve stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone or something.”

“Nice, Cammie,” I heard Charlie’s voice behind me, the tone immediately causing my heart to race. “You look like a clown.”

The way she brandished that mascara wand, I believed she might use it to run him through. Her surly look only lasted a moment, though, before she gave him a smirking grin.

“You’re just not used to having to cover up angelic good looks like Trina and me, Charlie. One sight of our faces is bound to blow your cover.”

“If you blow my cover, it would be because of whatever you tripped over, not your heavenly good looks. Speaking of which, Trina, you look good in black. Dangerous, even.”

Normally I wasn’t given to blushing, but whether or not the physiological reaction was visible on my face, I felt the heat creep into my cheeks.

“You’re such a goofball,” Camdyn muttered, pulling a black stocking cap over her blonde curls, doing her best to stuff her hair inside.

“Are we ready?” Willa asked from the hallway. Turning, my eyes widened as I witnessed Camdyn’s grandmother also dressed in black, with a perky little pillbox hat atop her head, complete with black net veil draped over the front. “It never hurts to be fashionably sneaky,” she informed me with a quick wink.

Suddenly I didn’t feel quite as ridiculous in my black sweatshirt and yoga pants that Camdyn loaned me.

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