Page 145 of Knockin' Boats
He groaned. “Oh my god, it’s like I decided to date Cash.”
My eyes narrowed. “You and Cash?”
He shook his head. “Not in a million years. When we kissed?—”
“Kissed?”I growled. “I thought I was your first guy.”
“Easy, tiger. It was a test. Cash wanted to show me that you and I—our kisses—meant something.”
“Or he just wanted to get his lips on you,” I grumbled.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I just—” I stopped short. Sawyer’s grin spread across his face. I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I’m jealous.”
“Don’t worry, Ash. You’re the only guy who does it for me.”
We secured the boat and headed inside. “Besides,” Sawyer added thoughtfully, “Cash is totally obsessed with Declan.”
“Who’s that?”
“Owner of the Treehouse B&B. He hangs here a lot. We might see him tonight.”
The pub was already crowded, but Sawyer’s friends had pushed two barrel-shaped tables together on the far side of the room.
We made our way over, but it was like running a gauntlet.
The bartender held up a bucket of beers. “Yo, Saw! Take this to your table for me?”
Sawyer leaned in to grab it. “Sure, Felix. How’s it going without Brooks to boss you around?”
Felix shrugged a shoulder. “Lot more bullshit I gotta deal with here, but your boy looks damn happy.”
“Yeah, he does.”
Before we’d made it two feet, an older guy in a sun-bleached T-shirt was grabbing Sawyer’s arm.
“Hey, you gotta talk to your new guy,” he said. “He keeps pushing into my hole. And he brings all those tourists with him. You know I’m not into strangers playing around in there.”
“Will do,” Sawyer said, not even fazed as he pulled away.
“Hishole?”
“Fishing hole over at the resort. The hookers are totally weird about it.”
“The hookers…like, for fishing, right?”
“Yeah.” Sawyer grinned. “I forget that you don’t really know all of Swallow Cove’s quirks yet. We’ve got someinterestingpeople over here.”
“Swallow Beach has its oddities as well. I guess we attract a different sort of freakiness though.”
A group of giggling women waved to Sawyer as we passed, one of them eyeing up my man like he was a side of beef. Whichreminded me, of course, that Sawyer had probably dated half the women in this town.
I snagged his arm, pressing in a little closer. They should all see he wasmy mannow.
“Hey, food boat guy!” A whoop went up a few tables away. “Your tacos are the bomb!”
“Yeah, you should come cook here,” someone else called.
