Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) Read Online Free

to give you an alibi,” I say, staring at her in disbelief.
    “They won’t be missing. They’ll be caged, like all tiny people should be. And some larger ones as well.”
    Hitching my hip up onto the counter, I stare at her until she turns to face me. The look in her green eyes has me afraid she is going to go full on Hulk any second and kill me. “Wanna talk about it?” I ask, clearly able to tell something is bothering my best friend.
    “Wanna die?” she warns, slapping the water off.
    “Not especially, but are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
    “Don’t analyze me, assface.”
    Mark steps up next to her, running his hand across her back while trying not to laugh. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk? Let some of that aggression out so you don’t combust since you can’t have an orgasm. I mean, even your twat thinks you’re a bitch lately.”
    “I’m sure the beer bottle she stole from me would be glad to help her out!” Dixon shouts, knowing better than to come back in the room.
    Turning toward me again, an evil grin spreads across Lynsey’s lips. “How about we pick up where we left off the other night, Kennedy. I think that now’s a perfect time to jump into that discussion. We can all weigh in on it.”
    “How about we just talk about Mark. He seems like the safer choice right now.”
    “Yeah.” She smirks. “That’s what I thought.”
    “Get your asses to the table,” Dixon calls, coming through the door with Gunnar behind him carrying the tray of steaks and barbecued chicken. “Time to put my meat in your mouth.”
    “Shit, Dix, I don’t remember fryin’ any cocktail sausages,” Gunnar says, placing the tray on the table. “And if I did, they slipped through the cracks because your sausage was too small.”
    Dixon smirks, sitting down at the table with a fresh beer. “Fuck you, man. There’s a reason I’m a firefighter. I’ve been handlin’ a huge ass hose all my life so they knew I had the qualifications before I even started.”
    Everyone sits down and I look around the table at everyone, thinking about how far we have all come. Not just separately, but together as well. These are people that I have known nearly my entire life, that I spend almost every day with, and yet we all still lead separate lives. It’s honestly a wonder we all even became friends in the first place, being so different.
    Where I am more quiet and reserved, to a point anyway, Lynsey completely lacks any filter. Quite frankly she is completely unashamed about anything she says or does. Gunnar and Dixon have been best friends since playing peewee football, but are complete polar opposites. When Dixon’s parents were killed in a house fire, Gunnar’s parents immediately stepped up and took him in, cementing their friendship into an unbreakable brotherhood. They are like oil and water, like Johnny Cash meets Avenged Sevenfold. Where Gunnar is sweet and almost the All-American boy type, Dixon is the epitome of trouble in ripped up jeans. He is more than willing to tell anyone that his nickname is Tin Man, all because he has no heart and isn’t afraid to break yours. In theory, it shouldn’t work, considering they’re practically from two different worlds, but for some reason, it does. And of course our final piece to our misfit fivesome: Mark. He fell in with us all one day in middle school when Gunnar and Dixon beat a couple guys’ asses for bullying him. For whatever reason, we all fit perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.
    Gunnar looks up and meets my eyes, the brown softening immediately. “Can you imagine our weekend dinners with kids runnin’ around the house, babe?” he asks. “Won’t that be somethin’?”
    Suddenly, it feels like the world was just knocked out from under my feet. A baby? No, he said babies! Sure we talked about kids in theory, but never planned a when. We aren’t ready for that. I’m not ready for that!
    “Children don’t run around, Gunnar,” Lynsey