American Honey

I stand on the bottom of the stairs and eavesdrop for just a minute.

“Thank you, Sir.” Knox responds back politely.

Daddy clears his throat and I heard the chair scratch across the floor. “Son, Tanner isn’t goin’ to be there this weekend is he?”

Leave it to Daddy to worry about Tanner.

“I’m not gonna to lie to you, Sir. He’s going to be there but I did book him a hotel room so that he and Rhea are not staying under the same roof.”

“Good, good. That Savanna is a lucky girl. I sure hope my Rhea finds a catch like you some day.”

I shake my head in disgust.

Knox laughs, “Thanks, Sir. And I’m sure she will.”

I walk into the kitchen with a hand on my hip, “You ready to go, it’s getting late?”

Knox nods and a smile forms across his face. He looks at the scarf and then back to my eyes. If I could have flipped him off with my eyeballs I would have.

I walk over to Daddy and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Daddy.”

“Rhea, it’s a little hot out today to be wearing a scarf.” Daddy says tugging at it.

I grip it tight in my hand so he doesn’t pull the knot undone. “Oh Daddy, keep up with the styles will you. All the girls are wearing them.”

I hear Knox laughing softly. He’s so dead.

I grab Knox’s arm and pinch underneath it making him growl at me. Good, serves him right.

When we get outside Knox yanks his elbow back rubbing the spot I just pinched, “That’s going to bruise.”

“Suck it up, Sally.” I glare. “That’s whatcha get for laughin’ at me. I’ll let you borrow my scarf when I’m done with it.”

He smirks, “You do look ridiculous wearing that.”

I untie it and throw it at him.

He full out laughs, grabbing his stomach, “No, wait,” he throws the scarf at me. “You should put it back on.”

I drop the stupid thing and stalk off towards his BMW. He unlocks it and I slide into the passenger seat.

Knox slides in and starts the car up still laughing.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I scowl, “I do.”

Knox shakes his head as he pulls out of the driveway and into Tanner’s right next door. “You love me.”

Sighing, “I do.”

Tanner jogs out of the house, opens the back door, tosses his bag in then he climbs in next. He’s groaning so I turn to see what’s wr

ong.

“Baby, what’s wrong with you?” Tanner’s got a hat pulled low over his eyes, sunglasses on and dressed in black cargo shorts and a black tank top.