In A Jam Kate Canterbary Novels & Stories

And he stared. Kimber was currently on the dance floor at Adam Catrell’s bar, The Hang Out, swaying her sweet hips to a Shakira song about that very part of her anatomy. With thighs bared by a skirt so short it neared indecency, a strip of pale belly bared, she danced—sandwiched between Adam and his brother, Burke. The club was smoky and crowded and just getting loud. And despite all that, Deke couldn’t mistake the lust on either brother’s face.

"Who's next?" "I'll go next," Kate announced and pulled out a rectangular case. "We had stopped wearing our friendship bracelets at that point because they weren't cool. But I thought we should save it." She opened the case and pulled out five bracelets that were made of black bands and colorful five beads. Each bead had the first alphabet of our names-KAJCG. She handed each of us a bracelet. "How dumb," Ajax snorted. "I think it's nice." Cameron, a loyal friend as always, backed up Kate.

—Tristan— Kate was asleep with her head in Damian’s lap. It was early afternoon, so I didn’t understand how she could be tired. Maybe Damian kept her awake all night. I frowned then drew my gaze back to the screen where the race was playing out. The number of participants was staggering. They had to start from different spots, all the same distance from Kansas City, to divert the attention of the police. A few of them would be arrested like usual, but that was part of the game.

We are at the arena; I haven’t been here, but it’s as big as I expected. “I am just a bit nervous,” I said. He smiled. “It’s normal,” he said. I am dressed in an overall black romper. I wanted something glued to my skin so I could move freely. Then I packed my hair in a tight bun; I didn’t want anything to get in my face. Everyone kept quiet, and I turned around, and it was Kate. She is putting on leggings and a sports bra. Around her waist is a belt with knives and daggers attached to it. I counted six knives and daggers, and I wondered: all that for me? She smirked at me, walking past us while flipping her hair.

All three sets of eyes watched and waited for me to pick up the pink tablet. "Your sister won't know, man. Just pop it and have fun. She's occupied with the Spice Girls on the deck." Jamison nudged his head in the direction of the back porch as though I didn't know where the deck was. "She's not my sister. And who the hell are the Spice Girls?" The band reference wasn't lost on me; I just didn't have a clue who in our school fit that bill. Jamison coughed into his elbow and smiled as he said, "Ginger Peterson and her crew." He thought he was funny.

We didn't wait for the Champagne to show up before we hit the dance floor. We returned covered in fresh sweat to find two bottles of Dom, and the ever-attentive Caitlyn popped in to fill our glasses. The Champagne was the perfect refreshment. Kat asked where Juliana was, and Caitlyn said she had the night off. I scanned the room and challenged Kat again to point out a guy or two who she found attractive. "I can't settle on just a couple," she said loudly in my ear, voice rising above the noise of the club. "Honestly, I think it would be fun to just see which one of them is aggressive enough to take what he wants."

“I’ll be there . . . in thirty minutes. I won’t take it long.” “See you in a while, Kate.” Kate hung up. JC went back to his seat, picked up the mug then sipped his beer slowly while mulling over. The café was overcrowded with regular customers huddled together at the bar, mostly young couples, but he was unmindful of their presence. He felt alone in the middle of a crowded place.

As we hurried outside, I speed-dialed my new assistant, Jamie. Jamie was young, with short brown hair and round glasses always slipping down her nose. She had a nervous energy, but clever and surprisingly calm in a crisis. “Jamie, grab the camera bag and press vest. Meet me at the Midtown fire, two blocks east of Main. Stay on the edge of the crowds, and don’t take any risks, alright?” “I’m on my way, Katelyn,” Jamie replied, a little breathless. “Should I call the van for backup?”

"Did Javen come back? Come here quickly. Kittie just returned today from abroad and just got off the plane. She just got here." The woman stood up with a smile and greeted Javen. The man responded faintly, which made her look a little disappointed. Then he looked at Cassie and said with a smile, "You are Cassie, right? Hello, I am Kittie Tamah. I grew up with Javen and his friends. We will be friends in the future. If you are bored in San Francisco, you can come to me." Kittie had heard earlier that Cassie was pretty, but she didn"t expect her to be this pretty. Her face was flawless. Which woman wouldn"t be jealous?

she asked, enchanted by Kittie. “It's samoyed, but she’s calm. My friend always leaves it with me when she goes traveling or stuff like that,” I said, leaving the glasses on the coffee table and starting to open the bottle of wine. “This friend of yours who’s going to marry Josh Carter?” Kate asked mischievously. “Ah, so you know Joshua?!” I asked, already knowing the answer. They laughed lightly. “Everyone knows Josh Carter, he was our favorite customer. He paid well and fucked perfectly, we are jealous of your friend who will be fucking by him alone,” said Kate, approaching us and sitting on the couch.