That Was Then (The Re-Do Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

in respect of his opinion. “You do not think I should run?”
    “Death is a consequence of our choices. It is better to do so with honor than as a coward.”
    “I shall do as you say.”
    “It won’t be easy.” Tatum stares me down.
    I think of the stories of Shadow’s exploits. His murders are done with passion and skill gleaned only from training with the best assassins in the Brotherhood.
    “How do you suggest I beat him?”
    “You train,” –Tatum sips his tea and swallows– “you train or you die.”

Chapter 7
    K endall
    I’m dying to eat another package of Oreos, but I simply torture myself and stare at Charlie as she licks each of her fingers instead. We sit in the brightly lit chamber of her garage, cushioned in the large sofas in her office.
    Charlie is moaning and carrying on just to annoy me. I’m trying not to stare at her. Instead, I focus on the picture frames hanging from her walls. I’ve got my own special frame. There’s one of her mom, who died when we were both young and also one of Charlie’s dad.
    But most of the photographs are signed images of Dust and Ashes , one of the most famous reggae bands since Bob Marley and the Wailers . Charlie is dating Trey Johnson, the hot and former bad-boy drummer.
    I’m kind of jealous that something so exciting happened to Charlie, but I’m not surprised. My cousin is gorgeous . She’s not rail thin but she’s not my size either. Charlie’s a healthy balance.
    Her face is a testament to Caribbean beauty. Her long curly hair is perfect. It refuses to frizz even though she always has it stuffed on top of her head. In fact, Charlie’s the reason I wear my hair like that.
    I have no siblings, so my cousin has been my role model for as long as I can remember. She’s only a couple months older than me but she’s ten times more womanly. I wish I’d gotten a hint of her self-confidence. And her body type. And her hair.
    “You sure you don’t want any of this?” Charlie taunts, extending the package filled with chocolaty goodness.
    I glower. Sometimes, I don’t know why I love this girl.
    “That’s not nice.” I pout.
    “I’m just offering. It’s so good. Nice and crisp today.”
    She slips another cookie in her mouth and stares me down.
    Fine. Two can play that game .
    “You know what’s sweet?” I casually stare at my cuticles, “wedding cakes. Speaking of weddings, when are you and Trey getting married?”
    She chokes on an Oreo.
    I laugh.
    “That’s not fair.”
    “It’s a valid question.” I wave my hand in the direction of the blue packet in her hands. “And you were pushing me way too far.”
    Charlie slaps the cookie crumbs from her over all’ed lap.
    “Trey and I will get engaged when we’re ready.”
    “Which is when?”
    “None of your business.” Charlie covers her face. “Geez, why is this such a big deal? Have you been talking to my dad?”
    “No, and it’s a big deal because you’ve been dating for four years! Don’t you want to get married?”
    “Alright,” Charlie puts the Oreos away, clearly done with the subject. “I’m sorry for messing with you.”
    I smirk but back down.
    “Sorry for bringing up the whole marriage thing. Even though I really do want to know.”
    She slants me a look.
    I blow her a kiss. Pushing off the couch, I stand and stretch.
    “Thanks for fixing Lula.”
    Charlie follows suit and rises to her feet.
    “I really wish you’d buy another truck.”
    “No way,” I shake my head. “Lula’s timeless. There’s no replacing her.”
    “If you say so.” Charlie follows me into the garage.
    I slide the palm of my hand over Lula’s hood. A bit of chipped paint sticks to my skin.
    “Charlie made you all better, didn’t she?” I coo to my truck.
    “You are so weird, Kenny.”
    “I know.”
    Charlie tosses my keys. They land solidly in the crook of my elbow. I’m surprised that I caught it. There was a ninety percent chance the keys would end up on the floor.
    “No more