Cannon (A Step Brother Romance #3)

"Addison Stone," her mother says. "That is inappropriate and –"

"Let her go," the Colonel says, his hand on his wife's arm. "Teenagers and their emotions."

"She's not emotional," I hiss. "Both of you are just assholes."

"Hendrix Cole," my father bellows. But his voice gets softer because I'm already walking away, walking after Addy, through the dining room and the hallway. I look for her in her bedroom and then the music room, even though I know she won't be there. I find her outside, walking across the yard, her back turned to me.

"Addy," I yell. She picks up speed when I call to her.

"Leave me alone, Hendrix."

I stomp through the grass, increasingly irritated with my father for dropping that little bombshell about me joining the Marines. I'm also irritated with myself for not telling her before. I should have just manned up and told her. "Addy, come on," I yell. "Stop and let me catch up."

"I'm not kidding, Hendrix." But she pauses, because she's at the edge of the property, and there's nowhere else to go beyond the set of trees, except down the ravine.

"Addy."

"Just go." She's facing away from me, her arms crossed in front of her, and I can't just fucking turn around and walk away.

I come up behind her, pull on her wrist, even though she tries to shrug me off, and I spin her around to face me. She looks down at the ground beside us, at anything but me. "I was going to tell you, Addy," I say. "I just...shit, I didn't know how."

"Why?" she asks, her voice cracking.

"I...just...couldn't come up with the right words, okay?" I say. "I kept looking for the right time, but it wasn't ever the right time."

"Family dinner was a perfect fucking time," she says. "Hearing it from your dad was just awesome."

"You've been gone, Addy," I say. "You were on tour and -- "

"You hate the military," she says, shaking her head. She looks at me with such sadness and disappointment that the ache in the pit of my stomach threatens to gnaw a gaping hole in it a mile wide. "Why?"

My grip is still tight on her wrist, and I want to grab her other hand. I can't touch her without wanting her. "I can't -- "

"Because you hate me more," she says, her jaw clenched. She's looking up at me, her eyes flashing. "That's what it is, isn't it? You've been mad at me ever since the road trip and you hate me for some reason, but you won't tell me and you're going to join the Marines and you can't leave. You just can't. And you can't fucking di --"

I know what she's going to say. She's going to say die. And I won't let her say it. I bring my mouth crashing down on hers, kissing her with everything I have. I'm only seventeen, going on eighteen in a few months, so I'm not supposed to have earth-shattering moments. I might be young, but I know enough about life to know when a moment is different from everything else that's ever happened before, or will likely ever happen in the future.

That's what it's like when I kiss her.

It's cheesy and corny, like some romantic movie, but I swear on my life that everything pauses. The world stops rotating on its axis, the bullshit parents and record label and adoring fans and stupid friends fade away into the background and it's Addy and I and no one else.

I kiss her like I've never kissed anyone before, and like I know I'll never kiss anyone ever again.

When I pull away from her, I inhale the breath I've been holding, her face in my hands. Her lips plump and swollen, she speaks, breathless. "Don't leave."





PRESENT DAY


"Don't you find it strange that they never moved out of this place?" I ask. We sit in the driveway in the car as rain pours down on the windshield, runs down the glass in rivulets.

Addy rolls her eyes. "Why would they?" she asks. "It was paid for with my record deals. Who wouldn't want a free mansion?"

"You could sell it," I tell her, as we walk inside. "Talk to that attorney of yours."

Addy shrugs. "My mother hasn't been as horrific as she used to be," she says.

"They orchestrated you winding up stuck with me," I note.

"Exactly," she says. She winks at me, then turns away, walking ahead down the hallway before I can even respond. So now she likes being stuck with me?

"Mother," Addy says. The Wicked Bitch greets her with air kisses on the cheeks, like we're in Paris and not Nashville fucking Tennessee. She makes a move to air kiss me as well, but I hold up my hand and shake my head.

"Hello, Wendy," I say.

"Well, the two of you are late." That's the extent of the greeting I get before she turns, cocktail in hand. She's wearing a bright turquoise silk pantsuit and heels like she's hosting a dinner party. "We're in the dining room already."

"We?" Addy asks. "You didn't tell us this would be anyone other than family." I can hear the irritation in her voice, and I know she's considering walking out of here.