Page 5 of My Anchor (Trio Series 1)

“That blush looks good on you by the way.” Blush? Shit, I don't blush. “So what are you going to school for?” The questions again. Great.

“Teacher.” Keep the answers short and sweet.

“You don't like to talk much do you?”

“Not much to talk about. Grew up in a small town came to a big one to get away from the small one. Same story that’s been told hundreds of times, just by a different person.” He studies me for a beat.

“Why do I get the impression that your story isn't one that has been told before?” Why is he digging?

“What’s you story?” I ask. He just nods in defeat. I win this one.

“Well, I grew up in Missoula. Spent my summers on this lake learning to sail with my grandpa. I went to College in Seattle and lived there up until a couple months ago.” He is on his second sandwich now and a third juice box. Yes, I'm counting. The man could probably make clipping his toenails sexy and feet to me are gross.

“How do you know Clay?” The two of them seem to be polar opposites.

“Um… we met in Seattle. We were roommates there too.”

“So you two are close?”

“I'm not sure about close, but we get along enough to room together. The guy is kind of a douche sometimes.” He laughs to himself. “But he had a place and I needed a room when I got back. Didn't want to live with my dad and his wife.”

“Parents aren't married anymore?”

“Nope mom took off when I was 5. Left me and my brothers with my dad. He remarried twice after her. Stella, wife number two, is the woman I consider my mom. She raised us like her own but dad couldn't stay faithful long enough to keep her. Started sleeping with his secretary.” Well damn.

“That sucks. Where is Stella now? You see her still?”

“Yeah, she lives here. Well, Seeley Lake area.”

“Haven't been there. I heard it’s beautiful.”

“Oh yeah, it is. She got a nice chunk of money from the divorce, bought herself a beautiful house there. At least she got that from him.” I guess he doesn't like his dad much. Well, we have that in common.

“So he married the secretary?”

“Nope, he married a client of his about three years ago about. Now see how easy that was? I want to hear more about you.” He puts away the cooler. “Please.” He says with that sexy ass smile of his.

“I…” He raises his brows at me challenging me to say no. “Fine.” I grit out.

“Never thought it would be so hard to get a girl to talk about herself.” I roll my eyes at him. Okay here goes I guess.

“My mom died when I was 16 and my dad was a… prick. High school sucked. Shane and Cris got me through it all. They are my family now, them and Brinn, Chris’s mom.” He’s quiet for a second.

“That sucks about your mom. Were you close?”

“Yes and no I guess. As much as a teen can be close to their mom.”

“You swim?”

“What?”

“Swim? Do. You. Swim?” Oh, no more talking.

“Not particularly,” I say clutching at my life jacket. He raises his eyebrow at me. Did I mention I can’t stand that? It looks fricken cute on him, though.

“Why didn't you say something?”

“I… Don't… Know…?”

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