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“Damn right you did,” Dylan replies. “And how’d that turn out for you?”
“Exactly like I wanted it to,” Jake smirks before launching himself over the side of the boat in a dive.
The easy, heated exchange between them turns me on a little. Between the touches, kisses, and undoing Walker’s goddamn pants every five minutes, I’m so fucking horny I could combust.
Another splash pulls me out of their moment and I search wildly for Walker.Did that fucker just jump overboard with a broken wrist?
Rushing to look down at the water by the front of the boat, I see his head bobbing in the water.
“What the fuck was that?” I yell at him as he uses his left arm and his legs to stay afloat.
He whips his head to me. “What the fuck waswhat?”
“Did you just jump in? Have you forgotten your wrist is currently broken?”
“I didn’t jump in, you psycho. I walked down the ladder.”
“It was Dylan who jumped in, Phoe. Calm down,” Knox barks from his lounger-style float.
There’s only one float of that kind, and obviously Walker should have it since he only has one good arm to swim with.
“Oh,” is all I say in response to losing my shit, thinking Walker put his injury at risk. But then I turn on Knox,everything pissing me off a little extra today. “Knox, swim to Walker and give him your float.”
“I will do no such thing,” Knox says, looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles.
“The fuck, man? It’s the only one he can relax on without having to use his arms to stay at the surface,” I fire back, suddenly ready to tear my friend from the fucking raft myself and haul Walker’s ass on it.
“Jesus, Phoenix, lay off,” Jake chides. “The guy rides broncos for a living, remember? I’m sure he can manage a one-armed swim stroke, and he seems to be doing just fine with the poo emoji inner tube.”
My friends are all fucking idiots.
“We’re grown ass men,” I grumble. “Why do we evenhavea poo emoji inner tube?”
“Because you’re a shithead,” Hudson yells before following it up with, “since you’re last on the boat, can you pour drinks?”
“Fine. I’ll pour for everyone except Knox’s selfish ass.”
Everyone calls out their orders, and while I’m pouring vodka and mixing it with various things, Jake’s voice rings out above the radio on the boat. “So…as a gay man who picks up on tension better than a Kardashian…are you guys going to tell us what’s going on between you two?”
“I’m not nearly drunk enough for that,” I admit through clenched teeth as I continue pouring.
Suddenly Knox is at my shoulder, shoving a bottle of Fireball in my face. “Here, start with this.”
“Where the hell did you come from?” I ask, flinching at Knox’s presence over my shoulder.
“The back ladder. I was coming to see what was going on with you…discreetly.But our resident billionaire had other plans.”
Mixing vodka and Fireball is aterribleidea. Getting drunkon Fireball alone is an even worse idea, but in this moment, the hangover that surely awaits me is the last thing on my mind. I uncap the bottle, not planning on telling anyone anything. I just want to get drunk on something that doesn’t taste like rubbing alcohol…until Jake opens his mouth again.
“Well, Walker. What about you? Care to share?”
I send the deadliest gaze I can muster at Walker and shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”
The fucker smirks before winking at me and says, “Can someone pour Phoenix a couple more shots? He’s gonna need them.”
Chapter 31
Walker
