Beautiful Broken Mess(27)
“That doesn’t excuse his behavior,” she replies. Is she sticking up for me? In another beat, she smiles and says, “Hey, next Saturday there’s a bonfire on the beach and lots of new people for you to meet. You should go with me.”
My mouth drops open in shock that she’s asking me to hang out with her. When I recover, I say, “I don’t know. Last time I was around your group, it was clear that I wasn’t welcome.”
“Well, since I’m the one inviting you, then you’re welcome in my book. And that reminds me, you still need to tell me about that trip last year. Jaxon and I were dealing with our own drama, so I didn’t really know what was going on.”
“Hey girls,” Mark interrupts us from the front doors, extending his arm to keep his cigarette on the outside. “Let me walk you out. There’s a big dude out here just standing by his car and I don’t like it.”
“Black SUV? Sandy brown hair and way over six feet tall?” I call back.
“Yup. He’s not stalking you or anything, is he?” I can tell Mark’s hackles are up and I’m surprised by his protectiveness, especially considering we just met.
I hop down from the bar stool and Em follows behind. When I reach the door, I stick my head out and holler, “Get over here, Lane, you’re making the bouncer edgy.” I turn back to Mark. “Thanks, but that’s my roommate. You don’t have to worry about him.”
As Lane strides across the parking lot, everyone watches. It’s hard to not stare at Lane, I’ll admit.
“Shut. Up. He’s yours?” Em says through an awed whisper.
“Well, he’s mine in the way a sister claims a brother, even though we aren’t blood-related.”
“No way, girl. If you’re single, you cannot let that go to waste.”
I nudge her with my elbow. “Em, you’re taken, remember?”
“I’m still allowed to appreciate God’s work,” she giggles. “And damn, God was in a good mood the day he made that man.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh as Lane approaches. I introduce him to my new co-workers. Em and I walk back to get our purses and then return to the front.
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“If we’re ever working together, I can give you a ride home,” she offers.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I cringe at the drama of it all.
She halts in her steps. “Because, I’m starting to think that there was some kind of huge misunderstanding and I want to know the truth. You and I seem to click well and we’re going to be working together.” She shrugs as if it’s a no-brainer. “So about that party next weekend?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I’m asking. We work together a bunch this week. I’ll convince you by then,” she says confidently.
I laugh at her boldness. “Alright. Well, thanks Em. I’ll see you later.”
Lane eyes me curiously as we walk arm-in-arm to his car, and I know he’s about to bombard me with questions.
- Five -
JACE -
With my shirt draped over my shoulder, I walk into the kitchen to grab water from the fridge. “You guys going to that bonfire thing Saturday night?” I ask Jaxon and Em, who are lounging on the couch.
“Yeah, Cole and I are going right after we get out of practice. You gonna take the girls?” Jax asks with his arm tucked under Em.
“If they need me to, I will. Otherwise I’ll see you guys there.” I chug my water and pull my shirt off my shoulder.
“Where you goin’ tonight?” Jax questions. “It’s Thursday.”
“I’m hitting up that country bar with some friends from class. You know, it’s okay to go out on a school night… we’re not twelve anymore,” I chide.
“I bet those Pre-med guys can really let loose,” he laughs.
“Yeah… something like that,” I retort.
Em sits straight up. “Jace, when did you get a bunch of new tattoos?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“He’s been filling up on those all summer, babe,” Jax answers her. I shrug my shoulder while pulling the black t-shirt over my head.
Her bottom lip pouts out and I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not identical anymore.”
“It’s about damn time,” I exclaim. That was probably a dick thing to say, but I’m so damn tired of getting confused for my brother. This summer I went a little crazy with the ink. It was a blast. Everything about Jax and I is identical. We have the same build, same height, same hair, and the same eye color. We even have the same damn teeth. Our voices differ, but not many notice. Lately, I’ve been having some kind of identity crisis and have been craving to mark myself apart from him.