"She's a grown woman. She' smart," was his defense
"She's at Nate and Bliss's right now," Rush added.
She was in Sea Breeze. She hadn't gotten far. "Where she going next?"
"She's not making sex videos in the clubhouse that's for damn sure," Dad drawled.
No. She'd never do that. Lila Kate wasn't that kind of girl. She also wasn't the kind to run off like this. Alone. But then she'd only gotten as far as Alabama. There was a good chance she'd come back home. Probably would. But . . . what if she didn't?
Lila Kate
BLISS HAD NICE friends. But I didn't expect anything less. Today was fun. Enjoyable. I was glad I went. Now I needed to focus and decide where I would head next. Bliss had gone to the library where she worked to check on some things. I had decided to stay behind do some planning.
With the warm breeze, a towel to sit on, a notepad, and my iPhone for research, I sat down on the sand facing the water. My sunglasses shaded the sun, and it was peaceful. It felt like home. The part I loved. The warmth, sound of the waves, sand between my toes-things I had grown up with, and they'd always be a part of me. Wherever I ended up.
Making notes I was torn between going through Birmingham and visiting my friend or to keep going until I reached Nashville. Enjoy the city some then head on to the Smokey Mountains. It was either that or head west to Louisiana. I'd never been to New Orleans. That could be exciting. Traveling alone might not be very smart though.
"Mind if I interrupt?" the voice startled me, and I lifted my gaze to see Eli. I didn't think he'd come around again after this morning. At least I had hoped he wouldn't.
I wanted to say, "Yes, I do mind," but my manners wouldn't allow that. "I guess not."
He sank down beside me and sat on the sand. I didn't offer part of my towel. If he was going to make us do this, then he was going to get a sandy bottom.
"Breakfast was interesting," he began.
"Yes," I agreed.
He gave a soft chuckle. "You were the last person I was expecting. I was almost convinced I'd made you up in my mind."
That was ridiculous. "Get drunk like that often?" I asked just to be snarky.
"Never. Rarely. I'm sorry I was last night."
I bet he was sorry. "I can imagine."
He didn't say anything for a few moments. I studied the notebook in my hand.
"After the third dance . . . I, well, things go black. I remember nothing."
He was reminding me again how forgettable sex with me was. Great. Just what I wanted to discuss. I wasn't sure I believed that anyway. How did one just black out?
"You're not going to tell me what happened are you?" he said when I didn't respond.
I shrugged. "Nothing really. We walked. You stumbled a bit. I sobered up from my brief buzz, and then I left you with your aunt."
If he didn't remember it, then I wasn't going to give him a recap. It would be my secret.
"That's it?" he asked.
"That's it." I wasn't a liar. I avoided looking at him when I confirmed the lie because I knew my expression would give me away.
He sighed. "Then why do I get the feeling you hate me for something? The girl I remember from last night was friendlier."
Not going to answer that either. "You were drunk. You don't know if I was friendly or you just thought I was."
He smirked then. "You went for a walk on the beach with me. That's pretty damn friendly."
He had a point. I lifted my gaze to meet his, and was honest about what I was willing to be honest about. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Last night was my first time alone in a bar. It was my first time dancing with a stranger and drinking with one. I thought it was a memory I'd have, not something that I'd have to face at breakfast the next morning."
"I was surprised but happy to see you when I walked in. I'd regretted not getting your number. It was like I had a second chance."
A second chance? At what? He was in love with Bliss. He wasn't looking for someone else. "What were you hoping for exactly?"
He stared out at the water and gave a small lift of his shoulders. They were nice shoulders. Broad muscular shoulders. I was sure he got plenty of female attention. I was one of many. "I'd sworn off women for a while. Needed a break to clear my head. I was doing good too. I was focused. Getting things done. Running more. But then you walked in. I had been midsentence arguing over beer with my friends and I wasn't able to look away. That hasn't happened to me . . . in a long time."
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