The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

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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.
    “I’ve never been on a date before. Ethan asked me to go with him to a concert tonight. Or he asked Ashton to ask me if I’d go with him.” OR I could just blurt out the whole truth and look like an idiot. Dangit! I needed to work on my lying skills. I had none. I’d opened my mouth to lie and out came the truth instead. I forced myself not to grimace and reached for the door handle. The complete surprise in Sawyer’s eyes was humiliating. I was eighteen years old and I had never been on a date. It was sad. And now Sawyer knew just how pathetic I was.
    “Wait,” Sawyer’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm to stop me before I jumped down out of the truck.
    Sighing, I turned back around to look into his sympathetic eyes but found that they weren’t exactly full of sympathy or astonishment. Instead, he looked... frustrated. Well, that’s interesting.
    “Do you like Ethan?”
    Yes, I liked Ethan. He was nice, thoughtful, funny, sweet, and he was attracted to me. There was no ex-girlfriend he was hung up on standing in my way. But he wasn’t Sawyer.
    Nodding, I didn’t say anymore. Instead, I

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