Page 79 of Until Landon
“Attention Walmart shoppers,” Bing says. “Tits and ass alert. Aisle seven.” Then in lower tones, “I call the blonde with the cameltoe.”
“Let’s just see how it plays out.”
“Too late, dude. Called it already.”
As they approach, it is obvious we were in their sights too. A guy can tell when he’s being looked at in that way. The brunette is biting her lip with embarrassment. Standing in front of us, the tan blonde speaks first.
“Hi. We saw you taking the paddle board out. Thought we’d say hi.”
“You’re looking good, ladies.”
Shit. Bing sounds like he’s forty. I have a smoother approach.
“Hi. I’m Hunter.”
“I’m Kylie and this is M.”
“Em?”
“No. M the letter.”
I make room on the towel. “Here.”
Bing follows my lead, but directs the invitation specifically to Kylie, by locking eyes with her and patting the place next to him. It’s a spider and the fly kind of thing.
“I’m Bing. We’re brothers,” he says, not looking my way.
Why he threw that in, I don’t know.
“Hot brothers,” Kylie says. “Don’t you think, M?” She taps her friend’s long legs.
“Like your name,” M says, looking directly at me. But it’s with a sort of innocent expression that contradicts her mouth. It looks like a pouty pornstar’s. Bet she was a Catholic schoolgirl. Every one I have ever met was on the wild side. Sex in a uniform. There is something appealing about a girl who can’t be tamed by a religion.
“What does the the M stand for?”
A strange look passes between the girls, like they know a secret.
“Guess,” M says.
“Um, Meagan?”
“No. That’s not it,” she says chuckling. “I’ll tell you when we get to know each other better. Where you staying? The cabins?”
Bing points to the path winding down the hill. “We have a house. Right up there.” He wears a smug look of pride, like he actually owns the place. “The light grey one with the overhang.”
The girls are impressed. They bought it, I can tell. Technically, it is our house. This week anyway.
“That’s so cool! Summer rental? Or is it your parents?” Kylie asks Bing.
Nothing throws the guy. He’s fast on his feet, and I can rely on him to bullshit his way out of any situation. To make a cake out of a crouton.
“We are considering buying the place. For investments purposes. We’re here for a week. Just to get a feel for the place, the neighborhood.”
Oh God. Are they that gullible? I am staying silent. Not sure I could add anything to his creativity.
“How old are you two?” Kylie asks, taking another look at us.
“I’m twenty-five and Hunter’s twenty-three.”
