Page 121 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
I’m about to explain the Winston crap to everyone—that he and I have been long-time rivals since high school—when I start sneezing. Jesus, not this.
After the fifth sneeze, I can’t deal anymore. “Did you just get the carpets cleaned?” I always get terrible allergies when I’m here.
“A week ago. It shouldn’t bother you now,” my aunt says, like I can help the biological reaction I have to those cleaning agents.
I shove my chair back and head to the kitchen, where I dig through the cabinet with medical supplies and vitamins. I pop two extra-strength allergy pills, which will probably throw me into a coma later. When I return to the table, Sienna is standing off to the side as she holds Lily.
I glance around the table, offended that no one has offered her a chair. “Come sit next to me, sunshine.”
I pull out a chair for her before I join her. My eyes stray to the clock on the wall.
Shit. It’s too late to head back to Charming tonight, especially since Lily’s not feeling well.
Why did I agree to this meeting? I should be wining and dining Sienna. Reconnecting and having mind-blowing sex. Instead, we got in an argument on our way here, Lily got sick to her stomach, and I got ambushed by Janelle.
I just have to get through this evening.I snap the rubber band on my wrist, but it breaks on the first pull.
Fuck. Nothing’s going right today.
