More Than His Best Friend (More Than Best Friends Book 1) by Sally Henson

Author:Sally Henson [Henson, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dirt Road Press
Published: 2018-11-10T05:00:00+00:00

36

Regan

After braiding my clean, wet, rat’s-nest-free hair and starting some laundry, I go out to see what Dad wants. I'm still humming the tune of the last song Lane was singing when I step outside. I’m determined that tonight is going to be a good night.

The smell of burning charcoal fills the air. That means Dad's cooking on the grill tonight. I follow the scent around the corner to the back patio and see him still dousing the fire with lighter fluid. Huge waves of flames dance up, threatening to lick his arm.

I stand beside him but not too close, protecting myself from the flames. “What's for supper?”

He keeps his eyes on the flames, ready with the lighter fluid bottle in his hand. “Pork chops. Run inside and bring them out for me.”

When I return, I hand him the platter, but he gestures to place it on the patio table.

“What's up, Dad?” I ask and pull out a chair to sit down.

He sits too. “Are there any boys who have your attention?”

I'm sure my eyes bug out of my head. Wow, we're starting out with a bang here.

“I hear you like your friend, Cameron.”

My nose scrunches. Stupid Stacey. There goes my good mood. “What do you mean by like?”

“There are a couple pictures of you two floating around where you look like you’re much more than friends.” His dark brows raise above his deep-set eyes. “How old is he?”

“He’s my age, but I—”

“Your mother and I agreed you could date when you turned sixteen, but that doesn't mean behind our backs. You still need to get permission.” He tilts his head and looks down his nose at me.

My back presses into the chair as if his words hold me in place.

“I didn't know you were interested in any boys, and I find out your friend is carrying you around in your bathing suit like that?” His voice isn't loud, but it’s disapproving. “And what does Lane think about this?”

He knocked the wind out of me with that comment. “It's not what it looks like, Dad. I was going to tell you about the pictures, but we haven't seen that much of each other lately.”

“Start explaining, young lady.” He folds his arms. His cold slate eyes narrow at the same time his mouth twists, showing his disappointment in me.

“A couple weeks ago the gang and I went swimming at the cliffs,” I begin, laying out the whole story for him.

He stares at me, deciding if I am telling the truth or not. “Lane was there?”

“Yes, Lane was there.” I'm going to implode one of these days because of Stacey's venom. Or explode. Or maybe both. Whatever.

“Where did the pictures come from?” He keeps his arms crossed.

“I'm not sure. Tobi and I think someone took a video with their phone and captured the shots from it.”

He presses his lips into a thin line and lowers his brow. “How could they do that?”

“It's easy, Dad. All they have to do is download the video and use software to take a clip out like a picture.

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