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Yeah…Sunday.”
With a squeal, I throw my phone down on the couch and run to the bathroom for a nice, long, cool bath.
7
Grisham
W hen Sunday afternoon rolls around, I figure it’s finally happened.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind.
“Dude. I just want to know one thing. Have you always had a rug…on your deck?” Ben stomps his flip-flops a few times to emphasize his point.
I brush past him, carrying a bag of ice. “Bought it yesterday.”
“But why ?”
When I drop the ice beside the cooler and look over at Ben his expression is so bewildered that I have to laugh.
“I just want everything to be good. This is a party. I’m gonna have chicks here. They judge.”
He nods, as if that makes total sense. “Gotcha. Well, this shit is kinda nice.”
I toss a bottle of beer at him before I dump the ice into the cooler. Then I carefully place some of the beer bottles deep inside the cold depths.
“You could use this more than me right now.” Ben pops the top of his beer and takes a long swig.
“Hey!” calls Lawson from the fire pit in the yard. “I could use your help puttin’ the wood in this thing, Cowboy. Get your ass up.”
Ben heaves himself off the lounge chair he’d just chosen and lumbers over to where Lawson is working to make sure we’ll have a good fire after dark.
After I finish putting some nonalcoholic drinks in the second cooler, I stand back and survey our work. There’s seasoned meat chilling in the refrigerator in the kitchen, and my gas grill is clean and ready to go. It stands beside a stone bar area where a pub table is set up with three stools. My backyard is probably the nicest part of my house. It’s a beach house, so spending time outside is mandatory. But knowing that Greta will be here today and that there’s a chance my mom will stop by made me step up the decor just a little.
I strung small white lights over the pergola overlooking the wooden deck and arranged all of the lounge chairs in a way that promotes conversation. Just beyond the patch of grass off the deck is a walkway to the beach, and I placed two tiki torches on either side of it. Two more torches stand proudly on either side of the bar.
The rug I bought matches the deep green cushions on the lounge chairs, with green and turquoise stripes. I just hope everything looks good enough that the girls will be impressed by my decorating skills.
The slider leading into the kitchen opens, and I glance over to see Berkeley leading Dare outside by the hand. Her whiskey-colored eyes scan the deck and then she looks at me with approval in her gaze.
The first thing I realize when I see Berkeley is that this is the first time I’ll be with her and Greta in the same place at the same time since being back home. Even though Berkeley and I were never an actual couple, unease gnaws at my stomach. The last thing I want is for the friendship between me and Berkeley to make Greta feel uncomfortable.
“Nice job, Grish!” she exclaims. “You stepped it up a little bit, huh? Who are you trying to impress?”
Shit. Despite the fact that Berkeley and my relationship with her have changed a lot since she got together with Dare, she still knows me too damn well.
I shrug, attempting to stay casual. “No one. Everyone. It’s a party, so I bought some stuff. You know how it is.”
Her eyes narrow as she watches me. “Sure. I know how it is.” She scrutinizes me, but I head over and hold a hand out for Dare.
“What’s up, man? Glad you could make it. Where’s Drake?”
Drake, Dare’s best friend and old roommate, was an army buddy from Dare’s Ranger days. I don’t know him well, but he seems like a good guy. I’d told Berkeley when I invited her that Drake was welcome, too.
We shake, and Dare tilts his head toward the beach. “Said he’ll be here later. Sweet view, man. I like your place.”
“Thanks. It’s pretty cool. I can walk right outside with my board in the morning if I want.”
Dare’s eyes drop to my leg
With a squeal, I throw my phone down on the couch and run to the bathroom for a nice, long, cool bath.
7
Grisham
W hen Sunday afternoon rolls around, I figure it’s finally happened.
I’ve lost my goddamn mind.
“Dude. I just want to know one thing. Have you always had a rug…on your deck?” Ben stomps his flip-flops a few times to emphasize his point.
I brush past him, carrying a bag of ice. “Bought it yesterday.”
“But why ?”
When I drop the ice beside the cooler and look over at Ben his expression is so bewildered that I have to laugh.
“I just want everything to be good. This is a party. I’m gonna have chicks here. They judge.”
He nods, as if that makes total sense. “Gotcha. Well, this shit is kinda nice.”
I toss a bottle of beer at him before I dump the ice into the cooler. Then I carefully place some of the beer bottles deep inside the cold depths.
“You could use this more than me right now.” Ben pops the top of his beer and takes a long swig.
“Hey!” calls Lawson from the fire pit in the yard. “I could use your help puttin’ the wood in this thing, Cowboy. Get your ass up.”
Ben heaves himself off the lounge chair he’d just chosen and lumbers over to where Lawson is working to make sure we’ll have a good fire after dark.
After I finish putting some nonalcoholic drinks in the second cooler, I stand back and survey our work. There’s seasoned meat chilling in the refrigerator in the kitchen, and my gas grill is clean and ready to go. It stands beside a stone bar area where a pub table is set up with three stools. My backyard is probably the nicest part of my house. It’s a beach house, so spending time outside is mandatory. But knowing that Greta will be here today and that there’s a chance my mom will stop by made me step up the decor just a little.
I strung small white lights over the pergola overlooking the wooden deck and arranged all of the lounge chairs in a way that promotes conversation. Just beyond the patch of grass off the deck is a walkway to the beach, and I placed two tiki torches on either side of it. Two more torches stand proudly on either side of the bar.
The rug I bought matches the deep green cushions on the lounge chairs, with green and turquoise stripes. I just hope everything looks good enough that the girls will be impressed by my decorating skills.
The slider leading into the kitchen opens, and I glance over to see Berkeley leading Dare outside by the hand. Her whiskey-colored eyes scan the deck and then she looks at me with approval in her gaze.
The first thing I realize when I see Berkeley is that this is the first time I’ll be with her and Greta in the same place at the same time since being back home. Even though Berkeley and I were never an actual couple, unease gnaws at my stomach. The last thing I want is for the friendship between me and Berkeley to make Greta feel uncomfortable.
“Nice job, Grish!” she exclaims. “You stepped it up a little bit, huh? Who are you trying to impress?”
Shit. Despite the fact that Berkeley and my relationship with her have changed a lot since she got together with Dare, she still knows me too damn well.
I shrug, attempting to stay casual. “No one. Everyone. It’s a party, so I bought some stuff. You know how it is.”
Her eyes narrow as she watches me. “Sure. I know how it is.” She scrutinizes me, but I head over and hold a hand out for Dare.
“What’s up, man? Glad you could make it. Where’s Drake?”
Drake, Dare’s best friend and old roommate, was an army buddy from Dare’s Ranger days. I don’t know him well, but he seems like a good guy. I’d told Berkeley when I invited her that Drake was welcome, too.
We shake, and Dare tilts his head toward the beach. “Said he’ll be here later. Sweet view, man. I like your place.”
“Thanks. It’s pretty cool. I can walk right outside with my board in the morning if I want.”
Dare’s eyes drop to my leg
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