“You mean she dropped the polite, proper thing?”
“Oh, no. She had that going on. She just didn’t speak to me unless forced.”
“Ouch.”
Ouch wasn’t what I was thinking. More like what the hell did I do?
“So you have no idea what we did when we walked? Where we went?”
“I was working—you know my job? Serving drinks?” Her sarcasm wasn’t lost on me.
“Maybe I can get her alone, and we can talk?”
“She staying in town that long?”
That part sucked. “No.”
Larissa shrugged. “Then let it go.”
If only I could. I didn’t want to let it go, and I didn’t want to let her go. Even if it was obvious I’d have to do both.
I gave Jilly another hug, but she was more interested in the dump truck that the little girl was fixing on television. I thanked Larissa and headed for the door.
“Please tell me if you see her again,” Larissa called out. “I gotta know what happens next.”
I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind me. That gave me a little more info, but now that I knew I left with her, I wanted to talk to her. What happened in those two hours had to do with why Lila didn’t like me today. If I’d crossed a line or something I needed to know. Apologize. Shit. Do something!
Cruz Kerrington
WHEN MY DAD calls me into his office, it is never a good thing. When he wakes me up at six in the motherfucking morning to inform me we have a tee time at six-thirty when he knows I hate golf, it’s even worse. Golfing with Woods Kerrington meant he was going to talk to me. For eighteen goddamn holes.
My mother was awake with a cup of tea in her hands looking at her computer screen while standing at the bar when I walked into the kitchen. She lowered her cup and smiled. “You look bright and chipper this morning,” she said sarcastically.
“Ugh,” I grunted and went to make coffee from the machine. I hated the nasty shit, but I drank it when I was forced to get out of my bed before the damn sun.
“There’s no hot cocoa in there. Zander drank it all. I need to go to the grocery store today.”
“Coffee works,” I muttered.
She had the nerve to chuckle. My mother wasn’t soft and sweet. She hadn’t been given a daughter. She’d been given three sons, and she held her own with us. As dainty as she looked she could scare the shit out of you if she snapped. Needless to say, none of us ran over our mom.
“Want a muffin? I made some fresh yesterday. Had to use up the blueberries before they went bad.”
That made this morning a little better. But only a little. “Yes, please,” I said wondering how I’d missed those when I got in last night. I normally could tell by the smell of the place when I got home if mom had been baking. I’d proceed to case the place for whatever she’d made.
She placed a plate in front of me with two muffins on it. “He just wants to spend time with you,” she was trying to reassure me.
“Then why can’t we spend time doing something I enjoy too. At a much later hour?” I grumbled.
“Because he has a job and it’s time you took your own job more seriously.”
My own. Meaning working under my father at the club. Going to meetings and learning the ropes. I had one more year of college then it all got real. I wanted to make my year last because my future didn’t sound that exciting.
“Whatever,” I replied before taking a bite. I braced myself to get slapped on the back of the head for that one word. It didn’t happen, though. Instead, Dad walked in dressed and looking happy to be awake.
“Take that to go. We need to leave,” he told me then went to kiss Mom. “If Zander isn’t up by eight call me. I told him yesterday that he was in charge of cutting the grass today.”
We didn’t have much grass. The backyard was the beach. But cutting the grass didn’t just mean cutting the grass. It meant doing all the other yard shit that he wanted done. You’d think we could hire a damn landscaper, but no. Dad said he had three sons he wasn’t paying to get shit done that we could do.
“I’ll get him up if he doesn’t,” mom said with a smug smile. That would involve ice. I know. She’d tossed some in bed with me before when I wouldn’t budge.
Dad chuckled. “For his sake, I hope he gets up.”
I took my second muffin and cup of coffee and headed for the door.
“Y’all have fun,” Mom called out. As if that was possible.
Dad followed me out the door. “Get in my car. No need for you to drive.”