Page 103 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“No tests, no first appointment, no upcoming ones. Which is when I called Taylor.”
“Blake,” Bristol reaches across the table to take his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“She admitted it,” he says. “All a lie.”
“But you saw a sonogram,” Bristol says.
“Wasn’t hers.”
“Holy shit,” I say.
“She cut the name off, which explains the odd shape. She claimed at the time the printer malfunctioned and they couldn’t get another one. And I believed her.” He shakes his head and looks down into his drink.
“Are you okay?” Bristol asks.
“I think I am,” Blake says. “Or I will be. I want what you guys have. And that’s not what I had with Taylor.”
I choke on my whiskey as Brie cackle-laughs, sounding like a nervous hyena. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” she says.
I nod in her direction as Blake pats me on the back. “What she said,” I croak. Despite my thoughts in the jail cell earlier, or even in Vegas weeks ago, I don’t know what I’m doing regarding relationships. No fucking clue.
“You guys don’t even see it, do you?” Blake shakes his head and looks down at his near-empty glass.
“See what?” Brie asks.
“How great you are together.” Blake throws back his drink and stands. “Another round?”
“Sure, what the hell,” I say. Bristol nods in agreement, and Blake heads to the bar.
I look at her. She’s still wearing that flimsy-ass sundress from earlier. And an overpriced hoodie I bought for her at the marina gift shop on our way to the bar.
I got it for two reasons. One, she was cold even if she wouldn’t admit it. Two, if anyone is going to be staring at those beautiful nipple points through the flimsysundressmaterial, it’s going to be me. And only me.
Her hair is wind-wrecked from the handcuffed boat ride. Her cheeks are sunburned from our day outside. Her lips are chapped, those big beautiful green eyes are bloodshot, and we’ve been all over this island and the one next to it. We fucked, fought, laughed, drank, committed crimes, got arrested and released, and here we are.
She catches me studying her and gives me a small smile, as she tries to smooth her hair and tuck it behind her ear.
“Leave it,” I say.
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “I don’t even want to see what a mess it is. This will take hours to untangle.”
“I’ll do it for you,” I say as Blake sits back down, passing out drinks. I finish mine and swap the empty glass for the new one, my eyes not leaving her.
“You can’t untangle my hair,” she scoffs.
Blake looks back and forth between us.
“Of course, I can,” I say. “It’ll take a little time. Patience. Maybe some conditioner or other helpful hair shit, but you’ll be relaxing in a bubble bath with champagne, so you won’t care.
She laughs. “Oh, you think so, huh?”
“Yeah, I do.” I take a sip from my new drink, watching her over the rim of my glass.
“What if I don’t let you in my room?” she taunts.
“It’s our room.”
She looks at Blake and giggles. “It’s cute when he says ‘our.’ So misguided.”
