Eight
Wes
“Hey, Wes, do you mind if I light a few candles? Not that I’m saying you and Bro stink or anything … but, I invited Trixie over, so I want it to smell nice.”
My head whipped away from the TV to find Karrie standing near the sofa, holding two candles and a suspiciously innocent expression.
“Trixie is coming? Here?” I asked, hoping that croak in my voice wasn’t noticeable.
“Yeah, for dinner. She’s bringing dessert,” Karrie replied.
With a strangled cry, I jumped up and over the couch, calling over my shoulder, “Light the candles,” as I sprinted to my room.
I tore off my graphic T-shirt as I entered the room and tossed it on the floor. Realizing what I’d done, I looked to the ground and saw clothes scattered all over, so I bent and picked up the discarded items, then put them
