Page 32 of Changing Tides

Anson chuckles as he takes a sip of his beer. “Dude, you are so fucking blind sometimes. He has a thing for Audrey. Has since high school,” he explains.

My brows crease. “So, his strategy is to be a dick to her?”

Anson shakes his head. “Yeah, when she pulls her tits out and practically crawls over the bar to get to your lap, the dick comes out.”

“That’s just what she does. She’s a bartender. Those tits get her bigger tips,” I state.

“I know that, and you know that, but all he sees is her batting her eyes at you and you licking your lips like you’re about to take her up on what she’s offering you on a silver platter. And she is, offering it up.”

He’s wrong. Audrey turned down a drunken invite to the boat months ago. She and Alex are friends, and even if she were interested in me, she wouldn’t cross that line.

I grasp the glass in front of me and down the contents as Parker rejoins us.

“Heather looks like she’s bogged down. Park, why don’t you go grab our next round from Audrey?” I suggest.

He looks over his shoulder at the bar. “Probably get them quicker if you go.”

I shake my head and stand. “I got my eye on a brunette in a pair of tiny jean shorts. I’m going to ask her to dance before someone else does,” I tell him.

“Really? Which one?” Parker asks as he looks around the dance floor.

I point to the girl who is currently dancing with another girl. Both are staring our way.

“Nice,” he says.

I take off in their direction.

“Yep, now, go get our beers,” I call.

I spin the two giggly girls around the dance floor a few times before returning to our table.

“Shot down?” Parker asks.

“They’re eighteen years old, here on spring break. That’s just trouble. I’m not touching that,” I reply.

“Damn, every year, the college girls look older,” he mumbles.

That’s the damn truth.

Anson chuckles.

“What?” Parker asks.

“Eighteen. Perfectly legal. And I’m not buying that you suddenly have some gentlemanly conscience. I think he still has another college girl on his mind.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? What other college girl?”

“Avie,” he says.

“Avie is not a college girl,” I say.

“Not anymore, but she was when we met her. And the way you were staring at her this evening, I’d say you still have a hard-on for her.”

“You’re such a prick—you know that?” I spit.

He grins. “It’s part of my charm.”

Heather appears between Parker and me. “Charm? You, Anson Leggett? That’s a stretch.”

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