The Vincent Brothers 2 (7 page)

              “Makes sense,” I muttered, more to myself than to Ashton.

              Instead of asking me what I meant, she only nodded and stared helplessly at the pale blue wall across from her. At least she got it and I wouldn’t have to spell it out for her. Sawyer was coping with not having Ashton by drinking and acting out. It had been six months for crying out loud. How long did he need?

              “He texted me tonight.”

              “Who?” I assumed she was talking about Sawyer but with Ashton you never could be sure which Vincent boy she was talking about.

              “Sawyer. He asked about you. Wanted me to tell you he was sorry.”

              My stupid heart sped up and I tried to keep my face composed. I reminded myself he’d probably been more worried about Ashton’s feelings than mine.

              “Oh,” was the only response I could muster.

              “I don’t know what his motives are Lana. I mean you are gorgeous and he is a guy. I can see that he could be interested in you--”

              “But you’re also worried he’s using me to get to you,” I finished her thought for her.

              Ashton pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and grimaced. Yep, it sounded bad when said out loud. But it was the truth.

              “The Sawyer I know, the Sawyer I loved isn’t calculating and cruel. But the Sawyer I knew also would have never gotten drunk at a party and made out with a girl in public. Heck, I’m pretty sure you did more with Sawyer on that couch than I did with Sawyer during the three years we dated.” Ashton let out a hard short laugh, “I basically had to beg him to do more than a few chaste kisses. He was so controlled. Tonight, when I came downstairs and saw the two of you and well—his hands...” she trailed off.

              I knew exactly where his hands had been and remembering made my face heat up.

              “I guess what I’m trying to say is, be careful. I don’t know what he’s up to and I don’t want to believe he is trying to get to me through you. I just don’t think he would do that. Honestly, if you and Sawyer became an item I’d be happy for both of you. He’s a wonderful guy. He just wasn’t ‘my guy’... ya know?”

              I didn’t know what to say to her. I was surprised she was so okay with Sawyer moving on. Sure, Beau was a hottie but if Sawyer had been mine I’d be devastated to see him move on.

              “He wants your cell phone number. I didn’t give it to him. I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do.”

              “Give it to him,” I replied quickly.

              Ashton laughed and nodded before standing up. “Well, okay then. Glad to know where you stand,” the teasing in her voice was a relief. She really was okay with this.

              “This summer... my coming here... it wasn’t just about wanting to spend time with you before we go off to college.”

              Ashton grinned and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.”

              Shrugging, I returned her smile, “They’re hard to resist.”

              “Don’t I know it.”

              I stood at the window and watched as Ashton jumped in Beau’s arms and proceeded to kiss his face all over as if she hadn’t just seen him last night. It was kind of gross. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. He reached up and turned his dirty University of Alabama baseball hat around backwards before grabbing Ashton’s face and taking over her wandering lips. Shaking my head, I turned away from the major public display of affection those two were sharing with the entire street. She’d been all-clean when she left and now she had Beau Vincent sweat all over her outfit. Not to mention the grass probably stuck to his body. She’d better hope her daddy doesn’t decide to come home for an early lunch. That would
not
go over well.

              The short clip of
Tell Him
by Colbie Caillat alerted me that I had a text message.  Running over to the dresser where I’d left my phone, I grabbed it up and my heart fluttered even before I read it.

              Sawyer: It’s Sawyer. I’m sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you. I’m taking out the boat today. Come with me, please.

              I didn’t even give myself time to think it through. I quickly typed.

              Me: Okay. When?

              Playing hard to get might be the best way to handle this if Sawyer actually liked me. But I wasn’t sure. If I was just a weapon to use against Ashton then I needed to change that. I needed to make him see me.

             
Sawyer: Can you be ready in an hour?

              Me:  Yes

              Sawyer: Wear a Swimsuit. Preferably that bikini you had on last night.

              I had to take a deep calming breath and I reread his request several times before typing—

              Me:  K

Chapter Seven

Sawyer

              Lana opened the front door the moment I pulled into Ash’s driveway. I needed to fix the mess I’d made last night so instead of enjoying the view of her long creamy legs, showcased in those tiny little red shorts, I jumped out of the truck and walked around the front of the cab so I could open the door and help her get in.

              A shy smile played on her full lips as I met her on the other side of my truck. Yep, I had hope. Even after the stunt I’d pulled last night, she was affected by me. Guilt settled in my stomach when I stared into her trusting eyes.

              “Hey,” her Georgia drawl wasn’t bad either. I’d never realized Lana had a sexy voice.

              “I’m glad you’ve forgiven me enough to come with me today.”

              She shrugged one of her dainty little shoulders. A few freckles graced the smooth skin she was exposing with the sleeveless top. I hadn’t noticed those last night and the urge to kiss each one shocked me.

              “Not much to forgive. You acted like an ass but you were drunk. I should’ve been paying closer attention.”

              I couldn’t keep from laughing. Lana McDaniel had just called me an ass.

              “That’s awfully considerate of you,” I replied.

              “Hmmm... maybe so.”

              I opened the truck door and reached out to take her hand as she stepped up into the cab. The shorts rode even further up her legs and, in my appreciative gaze, I noticed one lone freckle incredibly close to the curve of her heart-shaped bottom. My heart sped up and I forced myself to stop ogling her backside.

              Unsure about whether or not my voice was going to betray me, I didn’t say anything as I closed the door and went back around to the driver’s side.

              Once we headed toward the boat launch, I glanced over at Lana. “You still know how to wakeboard, don’t you?” I’d spent hours teaching her how to board one summer when we were in middle school while Ash and Beau heckled her from the boat.

              A small smile tugged on her lips and I wondered if she was remembering that day too. It had been us against Ash and Beau. For once, I’d felt like I had a team. It was always me trying to rein in those two but that day, I’d had a partner. Granted, I’d wanted Ash as my partner. That was the summer before everything changed. The summer before I became quarterback and I got Ash.

              “Yes, I think. Isn’t it like a bicycle... ya know, once you learn you never forget?”

              The guys were going to enjoy this a little too much. If I hadn’t needed a spotter and a back-up driver we would be doing this alone today. But skiing and boarding, with only two people, wasn’t safe. Someone needed to be watching the rider and then if I wanted to wakeboard, and I did—especially with Lana, then I needed another driver.

              “Hmmm... maybe a little. It might take you a few tries if you’re rusty,” I finally replied.

              Lana let out a small groan and I bit back a laugh. She’d had the hardest time learning to get up on skis and then the wakeboard had almost done her in. I always admired her determination though. She hadn’t given up.

              “If we are skiing and wakeboarding, others will be there right?”

              I nodded, noticing the small disappointment in her voice. She wanted me alone. I liked that—a lot.

              “Will Ethan be there?”

              My small moment of pleasure evaporated.

              “Ethan? Uh, probably.” Well shit. I had forgotten about their little bonding episode at Wings. Ethan hadn’t been at the party last night. He didn’t know about our little public display of affection. No, wait... he probably did. That was gossip worthy. Someone was bound to have told him by now.

              “Oh, good. I’ll at least have one other friend there.”

              Hell,
no
. I’d have to pull Ethan aside without her noticing and make sure he understood Lana was hands off.

              Again, the guilt started tugging at me and I pushed it away. Sure, Ethan might be more sincere about his interest in Lana but she was only here for the summer. Then we were all headed off to college. If anyone was going to have a summer fling with her, it was going to be me. End of story. No reason for guilt. This was a means to an end. Besides, I took a quick peek over at Lana, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy her company. She was gorgeous, smart and funny. Plus, my being with her was going to drive Ashton mad. Maybe even send her running right back to my arms.... there was that damn guilt again. I needed a beer. That always helped wash away my conscience.

Lana

             
My cell phone rang and I quickly pulled it out of my pocket. It was Ashton. I’d texted her that I was going boating with Sawyer today. She must have thought that warranted a phone call instead of a text reply.

              “Hey,” I said, trying hard not to look at Sawyer. He was driving but I could feel his eyes on me.

              “Are you two going alone? Because if you are, that isn’t safe. Beau and I can come too.”

              No way did I want Ashton anywhere near Sawyer today. I needed to get his attention and when Ashton was around, he was single minded. “No, we’re going skiing. Others are coming too. It’ll be safe.”

              “If that’s Ash tell her that she and Beau are welcome to join us,” Sawyer piped up. Dangit.

              “Tell him thanks but if y’all have other people going it’ll probably be more fun without Beau and Sawyer and me all together...” she trailed off.

              “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

              “Tonight Beau and I are going to go to the beach to eat some crab claws then go hear Little Big Town play at the Wharf. Ethan also has two tickets and was wondering if you’d like to come, ya know... with him.”

              Ethan? I turned my head so I could peek at Sawyer. He was watching the road but I could tell his attention was completely focused on my conversation with Ashton. Annoyed with the reasons behind his interest, I decided two could play this game.

              “Sure, I’d love to go tonight. I’m about to see Ethan so I’ll tell him myself.”

              Sawyer’s head whipped around to stare at me and I flashed him an innocent smile and said my goodbyes to Ashton before hanging up.

              “Ashton and Beau have other plans for the day. She said to tell you thanks though.” If he wanted to know about Ethan he was going to have to
ask
.

              “What did she want you to tell Ethan?”

              I opened my mouth to respond almost automatically but snapped it shut quickly. That wasn’t his business. Just because he asked me didn’t mean I had to tell him. The old Lana would have blurted out whatever he wanted to know. This Lana didn’t do that. This Lana wasn’t a love struck puppy... okay, maybe I was but he didn’t have to know that.

              “If I’d have wanted you to know the details of my conversation, I’d have put Ashton on speaker phone,” I finally replied.

              “Ouch. I was just asking.”

              Maybe I’d gone a little overboard with my snarkiness. I did want Sawyer to like me and he had invited me to go out skiing with him.

              “Sorry. It was nothing of your concern. I didn’t mean to sound so snappy.”

              Sawyer didn’t respond and silence engulfed the truck.

              Once Sawyer pulled into the parking lot at the boat launch, I’d had enough time to decide how to handle his silence. Spending the day on a boat with an annoyed Sawyer didn’t sound like fun.

              “I really am sorry I was so rude. It was nothing, really.”

              Sawyer turned the engine off and turned to meet my gaze. He studied me a moment then finally nodded. “Okay. I shouldn’t have stuck my nose in your business. I just thought we were friends. I didn’t really think about it when I asked.”

              Great. Now, I felt as low as the dirt on the bottom of my shoes.

              “We are friends. I don’t know why I snapped at you like that. I guess I was embarrassed about the topic.” Which was partially true.

              A frown puckered his brow, which was ridiculously hot. “Why would Ash ask you to tell Ethan something embarrassing?”

              Perfect. I’d backed myself into a wall. I couldn’t exactly shut him out again. I didn’t like having him go all surly and quiet on me. The best course of action would be to lie.