The Natural History of Us by Rachel Harris

The Natural History of Us by Rachel Harris

Author:Rachel Harris [Harris, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spencer Hill Contemporary
Published: 2016-04-04T23:00:00+00:00


PEYTON

SWEET SERENITY RANCH 8:55 P.M.

The clock on the wall was broken. Useless piece of junk. I’d been standing by the window for an eternity, staring out into the quiet, car-less night, yet the stupid digital read-out claimed only two minutes had passed since I last checked.

I called shenanigans.

“Relax, honey.” Mama smiled a secret smile and stole a glance at my dad. She didn’t know Justin and I were together, but it was pretty obvious she thought I had a crush. Her side of the bookshelf was stuffed full of red-spined romances, and knowing her, she’d be in matchmaking mode this weekend. I’d have to remember to warn Justin.

Sliding another cookie onto the tray, she asked, “Justin likes chocolate chip, right?” Spatula in the air, she frowned at the cooling rack of goods. “Or maybe I should’ve gone with chocolate chunk?”

The woman and her baking. It was a wonder I wasn’t the size of a hippo.

“I told you, Mama, we’re friends. How am I supposed to know his favorite cookie? You act like I know the guy’s shoe size.”

Size 11. That tidbit was obtained when I’d packed his bag earlier because, as we’d already established, I was a borderline stalker when it came to Justin Carter.

Mama so didn’t need to know that.

“Cookies are cookies,” I told her, softening my words with a smile since it wasn’t her fault the dang clock was broken. “He’s a growing boy so I doubt he’ll care either way. If it’s edible, he’ll devour it.”

Dad snorted his agreement and I turned back to the window.

Where is he?

When I’d left Justin’s house two hours ago, Rosalyn had promised she’d drop him off on the way to the airport. He’d chosen to stay behind and help Chase finish his packing, which made me happy for two reasons. One, because watching him with that adorable little boy made my cuteness-meter explode. And two, because I needed extra time to prep my parents.

It’d never really been a question that they’d agree. Mama was a total softie and if she was on board, I knew Dad would be, too. He normally went along with whatever she wanted—‘happy wife, happy life,’ he often said. Wise words to live by.

So, once I’d gotten home, I’d casually asked if we’d have room at the table for Easter, dropping the fact that a friend was going to be all alone for the holiday. As expected, Mama pounced on it and invited them to stay the entire weekend.

That was when I’d dropped the friend being a boy part of the scenario.

Strangely enough, it didn’t much seem to matter. Mama had heard all about Dad’s skilled catcher over countless dinners, she’d met him a few times here at the ranch, and most importantly, her big, bleeding heart couldn’t stand for anyone to be lonely. Hinting at how horrible his parents were, without going into any specifics of course, had cinched the deal.

For Dad’s part, he’d been suspicious at first. Hesitant after that. But thanks to my Oscar-worthy



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