Page 20 of Spring Break with a Bass Player
“Uh-huh.”
“And I’m allowed to not justgive ineven though all I want isher.”
“It’s quite the conundrum.”
“You’re seriously not helpful right now.”
“Fine, let’s order takeout, get drunk, and watch movies.”
“Sold.”
13
BRIDGER
“Not getting your number was a huge oversight,” Saige calls as she pushes open the gate and walks onto my patio a couple of nights later. Her confidence seems to be back, the badass woman that had gotten my blood pumping stalking into my yard.
“You didn’t ask for it,” I tell her, noting the way her leggings hug her curves, her ass at eye level and completely bitable as she stands next to the lounge chair.
Like I’ve offered her a challenge, she sets the small cooler in her hand on the ground before grabbing another lounger and pulling it next to me. “Bridger?”
“Yeah?” One hand fisted on my thigh and the other strangling my beer bottle, I watch as she lowers herself down into the chair, her body turned to face me.
“Can I have your phone number?”
“Uh-huh,” I manage, picking my phone up from where I set it on the ground and unlocking it before handing it to her. “You gotta put it under Beautiful.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“But that’s what I call you.”
“And how many others?” She waves her hand in front of her face like she didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Don’t answer that.”
“Saige, I’ve told other women they’re beautiful, but I’ve never wanted to reserve it for one woman like I do for you.”
She lets out an adorable little growl as she stabs at the screen, her dark hair falling in loose waves in front of her face.
“Here,” she says as she hands my phone back. “I brought snacks.”
“What kind of snacks?”
“Girl dinner snacks.”
“Is that the stuff you put on one of those fancy wood boards?”
“Charcuterie?”
“Sure,” I reply because I’m not sure I can even pronounce it.
“Yeah, it’s cheese, olives, veggies, crackers, salami—things like that.”
“Sounds like a lot of work.”
“Ah, but I did the work for you,” she says, her perfume a light floral mixed with the faintest hint of sunscreen. It shouldn’t be alluring but it is—she is.
“Selfless,” I tease, as she pulls everything out and hands me a little plate.
“Did you have fun with your sister?”
