Addicted to You(73)
“I do love it here. I love school and I love that you’ve been here with me, but Port Lucia will always be home. I have no idea how I would have made it these last four months without you here with me. I would have been so homesick.”
“It’s crazy how that town ropes you in, huh?”
“Seriously, there’s nothing to do there, yet I miss it like crazy!”
I laughed. “Me too. So does this mean…” I tried hard not to question her future plans too much. I wanted her to make choices for herself, but now that I knew more than ever that the charter boat was for me, I was terrified our lives would try to pull us in two different directions.
“It means I’m planning to live on that damn beach until the day I’m a member of Senior Citizen Cove.”
“Hey now, Coral Cove would welcome you with open arms.”
She laughed, her nose doing that adorable scrunching thing. “Oh man, Colby, we’re gonna be old one day.”
I shrugged. “We’ll do it together and never even notice.”
“Yeah. I guess.” She laughed then sighed. “But seriously, I’m going to finish nursing school and try my damnedest to get a job in Port Lucia. If I have to commute, I’ll do that instead. Whatever happens though, I’m with you. Always.”
I hugged her tighter as if it could keep us connected together forever.
“I love the water, and I love to fish, but I love you most. And if you have to get a job somewhere else, I’m with you. Always.”
“We’re gonna make this work, Colby. I have no doubt of that.” She tiptoed to kiss me. “Now let’s go home. I know you’ve missed it too.”
Home. I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, brushed my thumb along the dip in her bottom lip, and then stared into her dark eyes, wondering if it was possible she really didn’t know. “Isla, no matter where we go or where life takes us, as long as I’m with you, I’m already there.”
To Camden. Thank you for always being there. Even before you’ve had your coffee.
BY RENITA PIZZITOLA
The Crush Series
Just a Little Crush
Just a Little Flirt
Just a Little Kiss
The Port Lucia Series
Addicted to You
RENITA PIZZITOLA is the author of New Adult contemporary romance and Young Adult fantasy. When not writing, she can be found feeding her caramel macchiato addiction and reading just about anything she can get her hands on. She lives in Austin, Texas.
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Chapter 1
Landon
Ten girls. A white veil. And a hot pink sash. Dollar signs in skintight dresses. And thanks to my truck deciding to crap out three days ago, money was much more appealing than women.
It was also pure luck that I happened to be the only male bartender working at Jack’s on a Friday night. Thanks to the stomach bug from Hell, I wouldn’t even have to try and lure the bachelorette party to my end of the bar. They swarmed me. So I ignored them.
They giggled, they cat-called, a few blushed and whispered, and after several minutes, I “noticed” them.
“Ladies.” I grinned, resting my elbows on the bar, ensuring my biceps flexed and pulled my worn gray T-shirt taut around my arms and chest. “What can I get for you?”
One of the girls shoved a tiny blonde front and center. “A blowjob shot for the bride!”
The blonde’s fair complexion turned crimson.
I raised one eyebrow. “Just the bride?”
Within seconds ten shots, four margaritas, two beers, and a vodka tonic had been ordered.
It was just too easy sometimes.
With a wink aimed at the bride, I said, “Yours is on me.”
“I don’t do blowjobs.” Her eyes widened. “Shots. I meant shots. I never take shots. And I’ve never had a, you know, blowjob shot.” She shook her head and muttered, “Oh my god. Just shut up.”
“Well, I’m excited to be your first.” I grinned even broader. “Shot maker, that is.”
I reached down and pulled out a stack of shot glasses followed by the Irish cream. It could hardly be called a shot. More like dessert with a splash of alcohol. I knew she’d survive so I didn’t feel bad. Usually the guilt struck when I watched friends convince the bride-to-be to slam tequila shots. I wasn’t one to get in the way of fun, but, damn, nobody liked a hangover.
As I added the final two ingredients, I overheard the not-so-quiet whispers of her friends. “I think he likes you.” “Was he just flirting with you?” “Too bad you’re taken.” “Good thing I’m not.”