Things Liars Say (#ThreeLittleLies #1)(35)

Cal: Sober?

Grey: Yes. You?

Cal: Yup. FaceTime?





3 Weeks Later


Tabitha Thompson





I cannot believe my brother brought a girl home to my parents’ house.

I cannot freaking believe my brother has a girlfriend.

I wasn’t sure I should believe Cal when he first started subtly telling the family bits and pieces about her. Greyson is smart and funny and caring and sweet, blah, blah, blah.

Gag.

Nice and sweet and caring and funny? Pfft! No way. Don’t guys always say shit like that when they’re finally getting laid on a regular basis?

And, of course, being a good sister, I didn’t believe he was actually dating anyone. Especially when he showed me her picture.

Jeez.

At first, all I could do was stare back at her photographs online and gawk. That beautiful blonde girl is my brother’s girlfriend? No. Way. Long, naturally blonde hair, big boobs, athletically toned, Greyson Keller is a walking, talking anti-stereotype on two perfectly tanned legs. She actually exists.

In nature. Like, they let her just walk around in the wild.

Greyson Keller is also, I’m happy to report, amazing. Wonderful. Sincere. Real. The whole gamut of pleasant compliments. And more importantly, completely head over heels for my dumb little brother, who deserves someone like her in his life.

I trail behind them, the three of us paddling across the surface of Lake Walton, slicing our oars through the dark water at a leisurely pace, the day calm, sunny, and perfect. Greyson and Cal are ahead of me, rowing side by side in companionable silence.

I watch as they steal glances at each other every couple feet, trying to be sly about it but failing miserably. They cannot keep their eyes off each other, and if I weren’t so damn happy for my brother, I would be repulsed.

Nonetheless, as a single female, I feel it’s my duty to give an eye roll towards the blue, cloudless sky.

“Babe, let’s check out that sand bar over there.” My brother’s low voice carries back to me. He twists his lean torso and looks back at me. “Tab, we’re gonna stop at the island.”

“Hey, I know that place!” Greyson exclaims, excited. “This is the little paradise you texted me a picture of.”

Cal grins at her, obviously pleased that she remembered, and we all paddle deftly towards the little island. It’s actually more of a peninsula jutting out into the water, with a white sand beach, picnic tables, and campfire site.

As we get closer, I can see a small smokestack where the last campers had their bonfire, the faint, gray smoldering cloud rising into the canopy of trees from the dying embers.

My brother continues. “I’ve always wanted to stop, but stopping by myself always just seemed depressing.”

Greyson smiles at him prettily. “Well, now you never have to.”

I watch as my brother’s steely gaze lands on the cleavage beneath her life jacket. “Kayaking with you is almost worse.”

Her pretty eyes widen. “What! Why?”

“Because I just keep wanting to lean over and pull you into the water. Get us both wet.”

Gross. I want to splash them both with my paddle. “Alright, you two, stop. Just stop. You’re making me sick.”

My brother, who I would never guess in a million years would freely give PDA, leans his muscular, tattooed arm out to draw Greyson’s kayak closer, and he bends over the side of his, puckering his lips.

Their eyes close behind their sunglasses and their lips meet, pressing together over the water.

They both sigh.

Greyson lays her paddle across her red kayak, the delicate fingers of one hand reaching up to gently stroke the new gash under my brother’s left eye. “I have to put some more Neosporin on this.” Her voice drifts over the water, soothing.

My annoying brother nods into her palm, gazing at her like a lovesick puppy dog. “Okay.”

What the…

Seriously, could this get any worse?

“I brought us a picnic.”

Never mind. It just did.

Greyson gasps in delight. “Oh my God, Cal, sweetie—could you be any more perfect?”

“I don’t know. Could you?”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

They’re disgusting. Just disgusting.

Greyson sighs.

I sigh too.

It’s gonna be a long. Ass. Day.