Skygods (Hydraulic #2) by Sarah Latchaw

Author:Sarah Latchaw [Latchaw, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00N1M7OM6
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2014-08-24T23:00:00+00:00

Dum. dum dum Dum. dum dum Dum…

I tried to bury my head under my pillow, blocking out that horrible, shrill arena rock chords. But the pillow wouldn’t lift. What the heck? Not my pillow, but Samuel’s arm.

Dum. dum dum Dum. dum dum Dum…“Whatever it is, kill it,” Samuel mumbled, shielding his eyes against the stream of light pouring between the curtains.

DUM. dum dum DUM. dum dum DUM…“Argh! Stupid freakin’ monkeytail-humping son-of-a-biscuit phone.” I stumbled half naked from the warmth of the couch and pounced on my phone as it happily chirped its morning song for the sixth time in a row.

“What are you doing?” Samuel asked.

“Changing my ringtone.” I thumbed through the menu. “How about ‘Janie’s Got a Gun’?”

“Ah…you do know what that song’s about, right?” came his muffled reply.

Now, I loved Planet Bluegrass, don’t get me wrong. But the way Samuel stretched his arms over his thoroughly tangled mop of hair, the top half of his bronzed body twisting, the dusting of hair trailing down his abdomen and beneath his sleep pants…Well, he didn’t have to crook his finger to convince me to forsake Folks. Slits of blue followed me around the room. He offered a lazy smile, all stubbly jaw as I scurried under the blanket.

My phone started to ring again and “Janie’s Got a Gun” blared, just as Samuel found my earlobe.

“Seriously, you didn’t mute it?”

“I forgot.” Stupid happy trail. Stupid Cabrals. But it wasn’t the Cabrals—it was Molly again. I answered and attacked. “Molly, why are you calling me so ungodly early?”

“Oh, silly Kaye, it’s eleven thirty!” Ah. So it was. “Did you hear me? Wake up, we’re outside!”

“Who’s outside?” Samuel circled my belly button with his finger and I swatted him away. Man was making my brain cells wonky.

“Me, Cassady, Danita, Angel, and Betty the Campervan. Actually, we’re just outside your door. Except for Betty.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t answer your phone but we heard your ringtone.” Oh cripes, it was Mystery, Inc.

Sure enough there was a knock on the door, followed by Angel’s booming voice. “Open up, hombre! We know you’re in there, and we know you’re naked!” Then Danita’s, “Shut up, doofus, then why do you want him to open the door?”

“Just a minute!” I hung up on Molly and ran a frantic hand through my hair. Samuel hunted for his T-shirt and I scrambled for my pants, only to realize I’d stolen Samuel’s T-shirt last night. Samuel was in the middle of swapping sleep pants for jeans, when a fresh-faced Molly burst through the door, followed by the rest of “the gang,” clutching blankets and cameras. If I squinted, I could almost see them in orange ascots and knee highs.

“I was right!” Molly shrieked. “Pay up, be-yotches.” Hmm, Velma’d gone ghetto. She pushed past me and went straight to our window, flinging open the curtains.

“What are you doing, Molly?” Samuel cried, whipping the afghan around his waist. She tossed her purse on a chair, stepped over Samuel’s jeans, and made a beeline for my suitcase.

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