Chapter 15 Tahoe
FIFTEEN
Tahoe
Only a couple dudes from Bronze Bay are brave enough to approach us.
It was curiosity, but we were nice enough that they stayed and started drinking keg beer with us.
I like that they are comfortable enough with us to hang out because it means we are making progress in being considered locals, and they tell us shit about the town we don’t know.
They’re like clueless informants we can be friends with.
Last I saw Caroline, she was with a group of girls, and her face wasn’t completely miserable-looking, so she must be having an okay time.
She’s steered clear of Britt and Whit, though I haven’t seen the latter since we spoke earlier.
There are that many people here right now. It’s impressive.
I’m pissed Caroline doubts my feelings for her, even if the doubt came from a woman scorned, but at this point in my evening I’m so drunk that it’s hard to decipher any of my emotions.
Leif went off to try to woo Malena back into his car like some horny high schooler, and Aidan is next to me shooting the shit with a few of our other teammates.
We’re telling stories, getting caught up in the past. This is what I need.
The atmosphere is intoxicating—the salty ocean air breezes in every once in a while, and now that I’m getting used to the heat, I can appreciate the warmth in the air.
We’re sitting around a bonfire, and one of the guys switched us to bourbon about an hour ago.
I considered not drinking my share but didn’t turn it down either.
Now, the world around me is a nice shade of fuzzy fuck-all.
My eyes are fucked all to shit. The doc says I should be happy I still have my vision, but they look like hell. Literally. The drunker I get, the more I forget about the injury until someone talks to me and their eyes widen as they notice it.
“What the fuck are you on, dude?” a guy asks, slinking down on a wide tree stump next to me. He works at the home improvement store in town. I recognize the scar on his face.
Swallowing the last sip in my own cup, I toss it to the ground and reply with the truth.
He listens intently, but he’s just as drunk as I am, so I’m sure the story sounds like an elaborate cover for drug addiction or the like.
To change the subject, I ask him about the brass drawer pulls I ordered last week, and he just stares at me.
Granted, I slurred through a couple of words, but he knows I’m done explaining.
Leaning in closer to my face, he repeats, “Your eyes are so fucked up.”
One time in a bar in Texas I knocked out a guy for breathing in my space.
He was also fucking up my game with the brunette of the night.
The chick ended up getting wet because she dug assholes, and what is more of an asshole move than knocking out another dude for smiling too wide?
Not much. “Get out of my face,” I say, making sure my smile is equal parts threat as it is gleeful.
He shakes his head and leans back. “Want to go canoeing?” he says, hiking his thumb over his shoulder.
“They keep a bunch of canoes over there. You can paddle out to the river from here if you’re strong enough to make it.
” The challenge makes me laugh. “Some of us race at the end of the night.” I look to my right to see if my buddies have heard.
“Something I can’t resist,” I coo. “Sloppy drunk, I will crush you.” I nod to his face. “That what happened to your face? Get a little too drunk and crash your baby boat?”
He stands, shaking his head. “Nah, car accident,” he replies. “I’d gladly scar the other side of my face if it means beating you assholes.”
My teammates are in the conversation now—the spark of a challenge lighting them like a strand of Christmas lights.
One by one, they decide it’s the best idea they’ve heard all month.
Others join my hardware employee friend on their side, and we swagger and sway down to the inlet.
Our proverbial guns are loaded. Solar-powered lights line a seashell path on the ground, but I stumble into one, crushing it into shards.
Leif calls out from behind, and I turn toward his voice.
Malena and Caroline are standing on either side of him. “Get your ass up here!” he hollers. I break another of the lights by barely stepping on it. The crunching sound of glass echoes as I pick up my flip-flop and head back up the embankment toward Caroline.
“You’re not really going to race canoes with them, are you?” Caroline says, lunging forward when I’m close enough to touch. She sees my eyes and probably the way I’m swaying like the wind. “Come,” she pulls on my arm. “Talk to me.”
Leif cackles. “He’s been challenged, darling. He’ll be racing itty bitty boats and win if it kills him,” he chortles.
“But you’re so drunk,” Caroline says, blinking her big, beautiful eyes. Her face is moonlit perfection. “People have drowned before. It’s so…stupid.”
“It’s a celebration of life,” I reply. “Are you underestimating my skills? Please.”
Leif laughs, Malena takes a large swallow of her drink, and Caroline folds her arms across her chest. “Just go, Leif,” Malena says.
“They’ll crown you king of Bronze Bay in no time.
Plus, if you guys win, your street cred will go up.
” I think we’ve found the only place on earth where our career doesn’t endow us with street cred on its own.
We kind of like it. A level playing field is where we stand out the most.
“A title I will cherish forever, madam,” Leif replies, snaking an arm around the petite brunette.
Caroline watches them with a scowl on her face. “You’re being unreasonable,” she says, swiveling to face me. “We could head back to my place and…hang out.”
I stumble backward a touch. “This will be quick, and then we can go back to your place,” I reply.
Her face settles into stoic annoyance. “Guess there had to be something,” Caroline snaps, eyeing me and then Leif. “Idiot when drunk. Check.”
Idiot? Idiot? Idiot? If I wasn’t so obsessed with the package of Caroline May, I would throttle her. I’m a lot of things, but in this unfettered moment of weakness, she’s calling me an idiot. I swallow hard and try to reign in the anger.
Leif ambles away, shaking his head and laughing. Malena almost falls and he catches her, his hands like bear paws all over her body. Dog. “This was a bad idea. I’m glad I got a chance to see it,” Caroline says.
“I’m having a good time with my friends, Caroline. I’m not saying I can canoe drunk because I’m drunk. I’m saying I can kick their asses in a canoe race because I can.”
Biting her lip, she crosses one leg over the other at the ankle. “Whatever. Go have a fun time treading water completely annihilated. If that doesn’t sound like a fun time, I don’t know what does.”
“You have a better idea for a fun time?” I crow back, stepping toward her. I can smell her shampoo and the soft hint of laundry detergent. “Let’s go back to the truck and talk. That’s what you want to do? Talk?”
Under the blue hue of the moon, I see her flesh prick with goose bumps. Caroline’s chest rises and falls, and her pouty lips separate. She’s weighing the cost of her answer. Her eyes flash with the decision. “Fine. Let’s go talk.”
I step in the exact place she does as I follow her back across the street to the parking lot.
There’s no need to lock my hunk of junk, so she cranks open the door, slides in, and then waits for me to climb in after her.
I grasp the oh shit handle and use it more than I should so it breaks off in my hand.
I toss it to the floorboard, and she watches it with wide eyes.
“I’m not an idiot, Caroline. I’m still going to race canoes regardless of what you want.
My brothers are down there. They’ll wait for me.
So, what did you want to talk about here?
In the private seclusion of my grand truck cab?
” My words slur together. and I realize how it affects my case.
I lean over and kiss her shoulder. Her face remains straight ahead, but even drunk Tahoe affects this woman.
The pout of her lips, the way her eyes blink slower when she’s turned on.
Scooting closer, I place my lips against her neck and drag them side to side.
She pulls away, trying to keep her composure. “You’re angry,” I say.
The tilt of her chin tips up a touch. “You’re being irrational. Pardon me for not wanting to delve into the drunk tank with you, Tyler.”
“Oh, Tyler? Burn,” I say, grinning. My dick hardens. “Tell me something.”
“What?” She looks at me. A mistake she’ll pay for.
“I’m finished waiting. I want you right now.” The words slip—my true feelings blaring louder than any rational decisions.
“That’s not a question,” she replies, folding her hands in her lap. She plays with the material of her dress, twisting it between two fingers.
I swallow hard. Remembering what she looks like under that dress gives me all the ammo I’ll ever need to get hard. Caroline was made for me in every conceivable way. “In this truck. In this parking lot. Across the street from all of those people.”