Cole
When I get home, my dad’s still sleeping on the couch where he passed out last night.
I head straight for the shower. I’m supposed to work at Bo’s uncle’s auto shop today, but when I saw Bailey take off in her mom’s car, I texted that I was going to be late. My phone’s blown up with texts from Bo, but I don’t give a s**t. I wouldn’t trade this morning for anything.
I bump into Casey coming out of our shared bathroom upstairs. Her nostrils flare at my scent and then her brows slam down. She grabs a fistful of my t-shirt and pushes me into the bathroom and shuts the door. As if our dad could hear anything in his state.
“What the f**k are you doing?” she whisper shouts. “You have her scent all over you.”
I ignore her and peel off my shirt. “Get out, Casey.”
“Cole, I’m serious. You
