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A Shot of Bourbon (The Bourbon Series #1)
By A.C. Land
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Young Adult
Release Date: March 29, 2016
Publisher: BookFish Books
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Author of the Bourbon Series, A.C. Land has been a lover of stories since she first read about Peter Pan giving Wendy an acorn and teaching her to fly. A.C. always dreamed of telling big stories about small towns.
Residing on a cattle farm in Missouri, A.C. loves playing with her rambunctious Jack Russell, Riley, making decorative cakes, taking pictures, drinking pumpkin spice coffee, and hanging out with her nephews.
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My lungs burned for a cigarette. I had one left that I’d been saving until I absolutely had to smoke it. I twirled the filter between my thumb and forefinger as I watched my brother fold a pair of gym shorts and slide them neatly into the duffle he’d packed.
“I put the cleats under the c-c-compression…you still listening to me?” Colly asked.
“The cleats are under the compression shorts. Y-you got some new T-shirts. We b-both did.”
“The Boosters was nice this year. T-shirts. How they ever gonna afford that?”
“Don’t start.” He tossed the new duffle bag at me. It smelled like tennis shoes and burnt plastic. The scent was a reminder that, even though the stuff inside the bag was new, it was all donated and cheap. Colly had been handed a five-hundred-dollar pre-paid credit card and told to take care of both of us for the year. We each played three sports.
The Boosters only used to buy us new stuff every other year after Mom died, but then Colly started showing them how good he was at football. I’m pretty sure they gave him the money to spend on himself. I was an unnecessary stipulation.
“You gotta s-sign the receipt,” he said, uncurling the folded piece of paper and sliding it across the desk.
“If you drop out or get kicked off the team, you gotta pay them back f-f-for your stuff.” His expression deadpanned.
Well now, that was a new condition.
I tucked the cigarette behind my ear and took the barely wrinkled receipt. Unfolding the straight edges, I stared down at it. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “You didn’t sign it.”
“Yeah.” He licked his thumb and bent to wipe at something on his white tennis shoe. They weren’t new. They weren’t even gently used. But he’d just sent them through the washing machine a couple days ago. The less often they had to be washed the longer they’d last, and he needed white shoes for work.
“They trust you?”
He still didn’t look at me. He rubbed his temples with his middle finger and thumb. “Luke, just sign the damn p-p-paper.”
I barked out a laugh. I didn’t know what was funnier, that he was trying to tell me what to do, or that he stuttered his way through it. I scratched a sloppy signature at the bottom of the receipt. Not because those Booster people wanted me to, but because my brother had asked. Glancing up at him, I smiled. “They know I won’t pay ’em back though, right?”
Colly rolled his eyes. “I’m sure they know that.” Meticulously, he folded the receipt and put it into his pocket.
I laughed again. I Yanked off my faded blue Parker’s Garage uniform shirt and the white T-shirt underneath—at least, it used to be white. Unlike Colly’s shoes, this shirt had seen the underside of too many engines.
Thankfully, Colly had thought to get black and gray T-shirts this time. I tore open the duffle and then the package of shirts. “Those are f-for ball,” he said, but he didn’t press it because he knew I was gonna do what I wanted.