Page 15 of Only One Tent
“Ohmygawd. You’re so drunk.”
“Maybe.”
“You sang so beautifully. I loved it.”
“Thanks,” Levi slurred the word. He was totally drunk.
Hudson came up behind him, picked him up, and tossed him over his shoulder. “Excuse us.” He nodded to me.
“Sure. See ya later, Levi.”
Hudson rubbed Levi’s ass, which was hanging over his shoulder, as they walked away. It was kind of funny. I knew Hudson would take care of his boy, though. He was in good hands.
Crow was already at our campsite when I got there. “Would you like a drink? I made a pitcher of Sangria. But this version gets seltzer water over the top to fizz it up. And maybe the brandy is a bit strong. I don’t know. I added more strawberries.” He held up the pitcher.
Okay…I didn’t know what was up with that. “Sure?”
“It’s my favorite camp drink because it’s easy to make and tastes great. I like pouring it into a beverage cooler thing.” He pointed to one that was open on the table.
“Sure.”
Crow poured some into two solo cups, then the rest went into the cooler, and he screwed the top on it. “You can refill easy, here.” He tapped the spout.
“Thanks.” The drink was strong. “Brandy?”
“Red wine. Brandy. Fruit. Oh, we didn’t spritz it. Hang on.” He opened a big cooler and fished in the ice, pulling out a can of soda water. He popped it open and poured some over the top of both our drinks. “Now try.”
“Mmm…better. I like the fizz.”
“Right. Me too.”
After one drink, I was good and warm inside. Maybe too good. Was he trying to get me drunk?
Crow chatted along soothingly, but I wasn’t listening much. Something about hiking and swimming scheduled for the next day. Great. And it would probably be starting too fucking early. And.
It was nice. Crow was nice. The soft timber of his voice was soothing. Had I judged him too harshly? After all, he’d been nothing but nice to me on this trip. Honestly, he was nice at the wedding, too. But did that make up for fucking up my case? He almost messed up my career. Hell, if I had been at any other firm, I probably would have been fired. I thanked Drew regularly for giving me another shot. Mostly by being the best damn lawyer I could. I was having a hard time reconciling the two Crows. Maybe three. He’d been funny singing at Karaoke.
“Hey, you know. I thought you were really good. You’ve got a good voice for Bon Jovi.”
“Yeah? You think? I love Bon Jovi.”
“Yes, and me too.” Oh shit. Did we have something in common?
“Uh…you were funny.” I pointed at him, then refilled my cup. Crow came over and spritzed it with a new can of soda.
“Warner and I have done that routine a lot.”
“Warner, yeah. He’s what?” And why was I fishing?
“Best friend. Known each other forever.”
I nodded. “The twink is his boyfriend?”
“Yes, Cody. It’s new but he seems nice.”
“Right. I better get to bed. If we’re getting up early.” I didn’t want to admit how good I felt. A part of me was venturing into dangerous territory, and the best thing I could do was get in that tent and crash.
“Sure. Give me your cup.”
