Page 74 of The Dare

“I’m busy.”

“I can see that.”

My blood runs cold. Trying not to draw attention, I look around, scanning the beach, the parking lot. In the distance I glimpse a skinny dude loitering near the restrooms. He looks like a little boy in his big brother’s clothing and I don’t have to see his face to know.

“How the hell did you find me out here?” I take a few steps away from Hunter and the others.

“Man, I got eyes everywhere. Don’t you know that by now?”

“So you followed me.” Fuck. He’s getting more desperate.

Tracking me down in Buffalo was one thing. Now he’s come to Massachusetts? From Hastings to this beach near Boston. Who knows how long he’s been watching me or what his game is this time. I hesitate to say Kai’s dangerous. I’d never known him to be violent beyond a few brawls. Just kid stuff. Black eyes and bruised egos.

Then again, I don’t really know him anymore.

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d just talk to me like a man,” he says.

I stifle a curse. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

“Yeah, but I do. So you can come up here and we can do this like friends, or I gotta come down there and embarrass you in front of your fancy new douchebags.”

Fuck him.

It was like this when I first moved to Huntington Beach, too. Making me feel guilty for leaving the neighborhood, as if I had any choice in the matter. Taunting meabout leaving him behind for trust-fund assholes, as if I even had any friends then. Ragging on me for my mom buying me new clothes. It took me a long time to realize what he was doing, the subtle psychological manipulation. Too long.

“Fine, asshole.”

I tell Hunter I’m going to take a piss, then head up to the parking lot near the restrooms. I duck into the men’s for a minute before going to the benches near my Jeep. There’s no telling who he might have brought out here with him, and I’d rather not let him lure me too far from the crowds. If he’s gone to all this trouble, that means he wants something pretty bad. I can’t trust a desperate Kai.

“You’re making this difficult,” he says, sitting beside me.

“That’s on you. I’d rather be left alone.”

“Man, I don’t get you, Con. You were my ride-or-die. Back in the day—”

“Fuck. Just stop.” I turn to study him, this ghost of my childhood that becomes less a memory than a nightmare with every year that passes. “Back in the day is gone, Kai. We’re not kids anymore. I’m nothing to you now.”

I force myself not to tear my gaze away, but I see in him everything I hate about myself. And then I hate myself a little more for thinking that way. Because at least Kai knows who he is. Yeah, he’s a screw-up, but he’s not walking around with delusions, trying to cram himself into a mold that was made exclusively to keep guys like him, likeus, out.

“Whatever you want, you’re not getting it,” I say in a tired voice. “I’m out, man. I’m done with your drama. Let me move on with my life.”

“Can’t do that, bro. Not yet.” He slants his head. “You help me out, though, and I go away. You don’t ever need to see me again. You can forget all about me.”

Fuck. Fucking damn it.

“You’re in trouble,” I say flatly. Of course he is. It’s in his voice. Not the usualman, I’m in a bind, can you spot mebullshit. He’s scared.

“I screwed up, alright? I was supposed to do a thing for these guys—”

“A thing.”

Kai rolls his eyes, his head wobbling in exasperation. “I was just moving a little product.”

“Trafficking, Kai.” Goddamn idiot. “You mean trafficking. The fuck’s the matter with you?”

“It’s not like that, bro. I owed a favor to some guys and they said if I picked up a package from this place and took it to that place, we were square. Easy enough.”

“But?” Kai’s whole life is a series of easy way outs followed by a string of critical buts.But I didn’t know anyone was home. But someone talked. But I got wasted and lost the money.