Unforgettable (Haven Falls 4)

“Is it too late to take it all back?”

“Damn straight it is, babe,” he grins. “Now, get that perfect ass of yours over here and let me show you what to do.”

I groan and make my way over to him and listen carefully as he tells me how to hold on and how to keep control of the surfboard. I listen intently but know that it’s not going to be anywhere near as pretty as Noah’s turn.

Feeling less than confident, I get into position as the boys climb back into the car. “Go slow,” I call out.

Maxen holds his hand out the window and gives me a thumbs up before calling out. “You ready?”

No. Cringe. “Yeah.”

With that, he takes off and I feel my soul leave my body. Somehow, I manage to hold on as a high-pitched squeal comes tearing out of me. Noah’s booming laughter comes sailing out the window and now that I’m up and holding on, I do what I can to win this bet. Two seconds later, I wobble and fall face first into the grass.

Aiden has a go and then Noah drives so Maxen can get out there. Tully sulks in the front seat, hating that she’s still in a cast and unable to prove her dominance, but she’s still having an incredible time, and even better for her, she’s the only one of us who is still dry.

We make a day of it and before we know it, all the boys from Broken Hill are here, even Nate who said there was no way in hell he was missing this shit despite all the work he has to get done. I guess watching Jesse fall and eat dirt is too good of an opportunity to pass on.

After everyone has had a third and fourth turn, we stand out the front of my place, drying off as most of the guys admire my new car.

Tully and I sensibly stand under the porch, watching the guys towel off while they stand out in the rain. Fucking idiots. She glances across at me with one of those mischievous looks that I’m constantly getting from her brother and not a second later, she snatches the towel from my hands and races towards him.

I watch on in curiosity, wondering what the hell she’s doing and wondering if I should be warning Noah as his back is to us, deep in conversation with the boys about Maxen’s new racetrack.

Within the blink of an eye, Tully whips the towel around Noah’s ankle, catches it in her other hand and tugs as hard as she possibly can.

Noah’s feet come out from under him as I stare on with wide eyes. He goes down like a sack of shit and I slap a hand over my mouth, desperately begging my laugh to remain inside my body, but it’s not possible. This is the kind of shit she would have done to Rivers, but I guess with him not around, she’s found herself a new target, one that I’d happily watch any day of the week.

Tully runs and not a second later, her brother is barreling after her, promising a killer payback.

Chapter 14

Tully and Noah sit on my couch at either end, refusing to talk to each other after Tully accidentally kneed him in the balls when he attempted to put mud all through her hair. To be fair though, she only has one arm to work with at the moment and washing her hair like that couldn’t be easy. Naturally, they got into one of those twin fights and apparently, Tully offering to get him a packet of frozen veggies to place on his junk wasn’t the right thing to say.

It’s not so bad though, Aria sits between them, annihilating a piece of pizza as she tells them all about her day. They both happily chat away to her, answering her questions so it’s not as though she can actually tell the two haven’t spoken a word to each other all night.

With an exhausted sigh, I squish between Aria and Noah and get myself some dinner. Noah leans back into the chair and throws his arm up over the backrest behind me, though in doing that, his fingers brush over the back of Tully’s head and sets her off once again.

I ignore the two bickering Cages and nudge my sister. “How are you doing? Are you nearly finished dinner?”

She shakes her head before diving in and grabbing another slice of pizza from the box despite the three half eaten ones on her lap that all look as though every topping has been peeled off or given away.

I watch as she places the slice down on her lap and resist groaning as I only just wrestled her into her pajama’s two minutes before the pizza delivery guy got here. I mean, I know I’m not using a plate but that’s because the pizza goes straight from the box and down the hatch. If I knew she was planning on using her legs to put her dinner on, I would have done something about it. Too late now, I guess.