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I wait for her to say something but she doesn’t, which makes me wonder what she knows that I don’t.
The next morning, I put on five different bathing suits before settling on a pink string bikini and a white cover up. Stassie braids my hair into one long french braid and we wait for Reiss and some of the guys to meet us at Lakeside.
“Show up here and I’ll put you to work,” Rick says, laughing when he sees Stassie and I.
“Shut up and get me a waffle,” Stassie says. “Pronto.”
Rick’s eyes bounce to me as he chuckles, “You want anything, Linc?”
“Nah, I’m not very hungry. Thanks though.”
He disappears and a few minutes later Reiss walks in with two guys we hang out with at the track and Mira.
I yank him hard by the arm, “What is she doing here?”
Mira slips next to him, “Retract the claws, Bane. I come in peace.”
“I’ll bet you do,” I seethe.
She looks at Reiss and then back at me, “You know whatever vendetta you have against Landon doesn’t have anything to do with me.”
“Right,” I nod. “You don’t have anything to do with sabotaging Reiss’ bike in Indiana last year, do you? I heard you talking, Mira. I know that was Landon.”
Reiss’ eyes fall to me, “Back off, Linc. She’s not like him.”
“It was Landon,” she agrees. “He’s a prick, okay. He hangs out with assholes. I don’t want to do anything to hurt your brother.”
We stare at each other for a beat before Stassie walks up, just as shocked to see Mira as I am, but no one misses the way Reiss’ attention shifts to Stas.
Not even Mira.
“Jack’s here.” Stas announces. “He just pulled in down at the dock.”
Everyone follows her and I laugh as Stassie tries her best to eat her waffle out of a styrofoam box as she walks, acting completely unphased.
Walking up to the boat I don't miss the way Jackson looks. He’s good looking. I know it and every girl in this town knows it. Plus the money doesn’t go unnoticed. He drives a flashy car, has a giant house, and this giant boat we’re about to go out on.
“Hey, Linc.” He says, reaching his hand out to help me step onto the boat. “Ready to be stuck with me all day?”
I take his hand and step onto the boat, “That sounds very serial killer-ish.”
“Kiss? Yes. Marry? Hell yes. Kill? Not so much.”
He smiles wickedly and I’d be lying if I said the grin wasn’t a panty melting one. It is, but the problem is my mind isn’t on him. My mind is on Colson, and how his head was buried between my thighs at the lake house.
20
Colson
I pull into the parking lot at Willow Hills and pass the front desk like always, walking straight to my Nana’s room, surprised to see her bed made and the room empty.
“Her son picked her up earlier,” the nurse announces from the doorway and I freeze. Her son. My dad.
He’s here?
I pull my phone out and dial his number for the first time in weeks.
“Hello?” He answers.
