Page 22 of Summer Shot
“It’s cool. We tried!” Ryder shrugs. “Now, I’m starving.”
“I ordered a fuck ton of tacos from a place down the street, they should be here in five minutes,” Blaine announces.
“Wow, that was nice of you!” Libby says.
“You can thank my mom. Her credit card paid for it.”
“Must be nice to have Mommy get you whatever you want,” Tyler mumbles. My mouth thins into a line as I glare at him so sharply it might burn a hole through him. Tyler instantly looks away, avoiding my frustration. What has gotten into him today?
“Thanks, Blaine.” Lucas pats him on the back before making his way over to me.
“Where did you learn to cook like that, mysterious boyfriend of mine?” I ask Lucas.
“It was all Blaine,” he responds, “minus the broccolini, of course.”
“Of course,” I laugh. “Blaine, you really outdid yourself.”
He shrugs. “I spent a lot of time cooking with my grandma growing up.”
“Really? That’s surprising,” Libby flirtatiously mocks him, bumping her shoulder against him.
Blaine flips his hat so it’s facing backward. “Not really . . . I pretty much lived with her every summer. She’s southern and loves to cook.”
Before Libby or I can respond, Blaine says, “Hey, Ryder, come help me get the tacos.”
Blaine Mitchell not only is a phenomenal cook, but he learned how to cook because of his sweet, southern grandma? Surprising doesn’t even begin to cover that new information.
Chapter eleven
Lucas
Disliking Blaine right off the bat when he joined the team was probably wrong of me. I never took the chance to get to know him, but in the last few hours, I’ve learned more about Blaine Mitchell than I have in the last three years.
I’m pretty sure he grew up opposite to how I did. Blaine spent his summers with his grandma growing up. He didn’t say it, but I’m assuming he was always with her to avoid his parent’s divorce.
When he brought up his parents, he was short. He changed the topic quickly anytime he mentioned his mom or dad. All I’ve known is that his mom has money and seemingly gives him whatever he wants. I’m not going to pry, but it seems like there is a lot more than he lets on behind those purse strings.
He’s also a damn good cook, which I frankly could use some of his skills. I scored points with Laur by adding broccolini to our meal, but other than cutting shit up and following Blaine’s direction, I barely did anything.
While we were in the kitchen, I told him a little bit about my summers here with my family and how we always got Pinto’s just down the street at least twice every trip. Blaine ordered tacos from Pinto’s, which I mentioned was my favorite spot.
“Thanks again for the tacos, Blaine.” I hand him a plate before sitting down next to Laur.
“No problem,” Blaine responds, snagging the chair on the other side of Laur.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” Ryder asks with his mouth completely full.
“You all are cleaning up that kitchen after we eat,” Laur declares, giving Ryder a stern look.
“Right.” Ryder boyishly clears his throat, accepting there is no arguing with Laur. “But after that? We’ve only got one night left after today.”
“We never got any shooting practice in with Luc’s old equipment,” Keith mentions.
Thank God. The game calls to me like the tide under a full moon anytime I take a few days off.
“We should have just done that instead of the stupid cooking thing,” Tyler mumbles under this breath.
“Stop being a sore loser, Ty,” Libby teases, sticking her tongue out at him.
