Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
I grinned, but just slightly. “I’m always the bad guy.”
“Nah.” He hit me with the back of his hand, a distracted pat. “You’re just usually the bad guy. Everyone knows you’re doing what’s right with Mara. She’s got issues. You came, and she saw a guy who was strong enough to help shoulder some of her problems. You told her you weren’t that guy, but she chose to ignore that for a semester. That’s on her, and everyone else here knows that.” He paused, raising his cup to the fire, and then indicated my brother’s group. “Except them. They don’t know any of us.” He grinned at me. “They think we’re rich pricks.” He belched and added, “Which we kinda are.”
I grinned. “My brother’s family isn’t that bad.”
“Nah. They just ain’t in our league.” He leaned forward. “So whatever. We’ll be the bad guys. Not like we’re not going to get that all our lives.”
He had a point.
We sat in silence for a while.
“Are you going to get wasted tonight?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I’ll start a fight if I do.” I wanted to be sober for Aspen.
“That’s too bad. I was hoping for some entertainment.”
I grinned, but my hand shot out, punching his arm. “Asswipe.”
“Dickhead.”
“Dickwipe.”
“Dude. Something other than wipe. Please.”
I thought about it. “Fucker.”
“Nice.” He gave me an approving nod. “Sticking with the classics. Right on.”
ASPEN
I was drunk.
And giggly.
And stumbling.
I swear, that table had not been there two seconds earlier.
Bumping into it, I almost fell down and dissolved in laughter.
Hands caught me, righting me.
Yes. I’d forgotten they were here too.
I looked up. Bren and Taz. They were wonderful. I didn’t know why Blaise didn’t like them.
Bren’s hand tightened around my arm, and she tried not to smile. “You, uh, don’t have to share all your thoughts.”
Um…
Had I?
Taz laughed on my other side. “I don’t know. I appreciated her giving us drunk GPS directions as we walked across the campsite.”
Right. I had done that. Drunk GPS…
We neared my camper, and I felt a smile on my face. “This is my place! This is where I’m sleeping.”
“We’re very aware. The whole campsite is now aware.”
I had no clue who said that, but I didn’t care.
Blaise stood from his chair.
“No!” I launched myself at him.
He caught me, like I knew he would, and I curled up in his lap.
“I love you.” An alarm sounded in my head, but I wanted to get this out. “I love you, and I’ve known for a while, but I didn’t share.” I frowned. “I don’t know why I kept that to myself.”
He was frozen, his eyes latched to mine as a strangled laugh came from him. His hand curled around my leg, and he grasped me tighter as he sat with me on his lap.
“Uh, thanks,” he said over my head. “I got it from here.”
Bren took off right away.
“Bye, Bren!” I yelled, waving.
She was only four feet away.
Taz was still laughing. She’d been laughing at me most of the night.
And she wasn’t leaving.
Yay, Taz!
She sat in a chair next to our camper door. She nodded toward me. “You sure you’re okay with her?”
“I’ll be fine.”
I peered up at Blaise. He sounded sad. Why’d he sound like that?
I didn’t like that.
Blaise was sad a lot of the time. He was sadder than most of us, to be honest.
“Okay.” He patted my arm. “You don’t have to say that with everyone.”
Taz covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. Why now? She’d been laughing openly most the night.
“This is live television,” she said. “I would sign up for this subscription.”
“Shut up.” But Blaise grinned.
Oh good. I could relax.
I laid my head against his shoulder.
He wasn’t so sad now.
“Oh my God,” he muttered under his breath.
“Yep. She’s certainly all yours.”
He shook his head. “So, uh, how are things with the boyfriend?”
I heard a shocked laugh. “What is this? A Blaise who’s actually asking me a conversational question? How scandalous of you and your anger problem.”
His hand curled around my waist, shifting me against him.
“You’re here. I’m here. She’s about to fall asleep. And I actually don’t want to rip your brother’s face off his skull, for the first time all day.”
She laughed. “Progress. I’m impressed.”
Blaise groaned, and it relaxed me further.
“Just a conversation with my little sister.”
“Ha. Younger than you by a month, dickhead.”
“Yeah. Our dad was a busy guy that year.”
Silence, then a sputtering laugh. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“It’s true.”
“Yeah.”
Blaise sighed, and I fell asleep.
44
Aspen
A pounding headache woke me in the dark, and I jerked around, then immediately regretted it.
Hitting a body, I cried out.
And I couldn’t see.
I had no clue where I was.
Wait.
That body turned over, and arms swept me in.
I relaxed, recognizing those arms.
I burrowed into Blaise and whimpered. “How drunk did I get?”
“Really drunk.” He held me a second. “I need to turn the light on. Cover your eyes.”