He careened the skiff to an open slip two piers down from the infamous Dock House, and jumped out to tie the boat to a cleat. The Dock House was crowded. Patrons had spilled out onto the boardwalk to make room for the dancing fans holding their drinks in the air.
"Can I get you something?" He finished tying his knot and turned his attention to me. He had been mostly quiet on the ride over.
"What do you recommend?"
I'd never actually been in the bar. It wasn't the kind of place you could get in when you were underage and all the locals knew you and your boyfriend were in high school. We had tried a few times, but it had never worked. Everyone knew Blake was the county's star quarterback back then.
"Long Island ice teas here are pretty good."
"Isn't that what you used to fix when we were in high school?" I asked.
I didn't remember much about them other than that they tasted like ice tea, but made me drunk after just one. I was always a light weight.
"You always did like those fruity drinks." He grinned.
"Hey, they're good."
"All right. I'll be right back."
The boat swayed gently in the slip while I waited for Blake.
I wondered how he existed like this. Famous and rich, but walking around in a T-shirt and pair of khaki shorts like any other local. But he wasn't like anyone else. He had made a name for himself that was unrivaled by anyone in the state.
He was a top QB. He was revered in the sport. Anytime I saw an article with his name on it I always clicked on it. I watched every press conference. All his post-game interviews. He was pushed and pulled in every direction, and yet here he was like everyone else-as if he was a local just hanging out for the night. It was amazing.
I looked up when I saw him walking down the dock, carrying two Long Island ice teas. I took a moment to drink in every toned inch of the man towering over me.
"Can you give me a hand?" He motioned. "Don't want to slosh all the alcohol out of these drinks before we get the chance to enjoy them."
"These drinks are huge," I remarked.
I lifted the lemon from the edge of the Styrofoam cup and squeezed it into the drink. I tipped the cup back and gulped down a few swallows, wanting to feel the warm numbness the alcohol would spread through my body
"Hold on, girl. These are strong." He swooped in, trying to slow me down.
"I think I can handle my alcohol, thank you very much." I knocked back another sip.
Blake laughed. "Maybe. But I don't want to carry my passengers home."
He took a sip of his tea, and I watched his eyes as they carried over my shoulder, down my collarbone, and dipped between my breasts.
"Are you checking me out?" I blurted out before I had time to cap the filter on my words.
"Darlin', I'm just takin' in the view." He smiled. "You aren't making this easy."
"What does that mean?"
He sat and watched a sailboat cruise past them, heading toward the sound.
"Hey, Blake, you playin' tonight?" a rowdy voice called from the crowd. They were teetering on the railing, which ran in front of the Dock House.
I looked at Blake quizzically.
"Nah, not tonight." He raised his cup to them.
The guys started to laugh.
"Oh yeah, sorry, man. Looks like you've got other plans." They staggered off to the dark side of the pier.
"What were they talking about?" I asked.
A smile slid across Blake's lips. "I play a little. Sometimes on open mic night."
"What? Are you any good?" I couldn't help myself. I thought I knew everything about him, but he was revealing just how much I didn't know. We had years to catch up on.
"Well, now I guess you'd have to tell me that. I just play."
"When did you start playing? I've never heard you."
He eyed me and I felt the guilt. This was the time when he was going to tell me I left before I got to know him. That there were parts of him I'd never bothered to find out.
He let out a long exhale. "A friend of mine in the music business started messing around with his guitar. I picked it up pretty quickly."
I bit the inside of my lip. Of course. He had celebrity friends. Parties. Backstage passes. Island trips to the Caribbean. It was naïve of me to think that just because I watched his press conferences I still knew him.
I felt little needles of green envy surfacing at the thought of other people knowing a part of him I didn't.
"I'd would love to hear you play some time. Will you tell me the next time you perform?"
"Uh, sure. I'll let you know."
Under the stars and low lights of the Dock House things should have felt normal. They should have felt familiar, but all I could think about was what had happened eight years ago. How much distance and history there was between us.
And suddenly, I found myself desperate to fix all of it. To discover who he was now. To know the man he had become. The problem was I had no idea where to start. I couldn't get my bearings when he was near.
One look into those sexy eyes of his and my heart beat faster, my breath hitched, and my core twinged with deep desire. I wanted to know him in so many ways, but I was lost trying to find a starting point.
I cleared my throat. "So, what's it like being a Thrasher?"
He chuckled over his drink. "Is that your version of an ice breaker?"
I blushed. "Yeah. I guess so. Football is always a winner with you, isn't it?"
He stretched his legs forward, taking up most of the bow. "Darlin', I love football. You're right. That much hasn't changed."
"Of course not." I felt stupid. "I just meant what's it like in the AFA? Do you like playing in Orlando?"
"Yeah, I like it. It's Florida. I have a killer team. Coach and I get along. Money isn't bad." He winked.
"So it's what you want? What you've always wanted?"
"Hell yeah. It doesn't get any better than what I have with the Thrashers."
I liked the Long Island ice tea, the lemon especially. "And you don't care about the pressure or all the press attention?"
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. Those beautiful eyes. "You know you're starting to sound like a reporter."
"Well I am a reporter, smart ass."
He laughed. The sound was deep and rich. "So let's talk about that."
"I took a job in Dallas at a medium-sized station for that market. I was a news coordinator. At least that's what they called me. It was a total grunt job, but I took any shift they gave me. After a year of proving I could work hard they gave me a floating reporter spot." I paused to inhale my drink. "Two years later, one of the weekend anchors got food poisoning right before the late show and they threw me behind the desk. I was completely unprepared. I had no idea what I was doing up there, but the producer loved it and offered me one of the anchor slots." My eyes lifted to his. "So you are looking at the sunny face of Wake Up Big D." I smiled brightly, playing up the cheesiness of the title. I felt as if I was listing off my resume.
"No shit," he whispered.
"No shit."
"And to think you ran the school paper."
"Oh please tell me the Pelican Gazette is still running."
He grinned. "Oh yeah. I think it's online now, though."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course it is. Even on the island." I sat back, feeling the boat rock slightly in the slip. It was soothing. "Blake, how do you do all this and the AFA? I don't get it. Why come back here? Why try to blend in when you're such a huge star?"
He looked at me and I felt a little quake inside.
"It's home, Sierra."
I felt the guilt take root under my skin. He loved this place so much. And I couldn't figure it out. I never had been able to. My eyes drifted to the bar.
"You want to go up there?" He must have noticed me eyeing the dancing partiers.
"Do you want to go up there?" I countered. I remembered having to coax him onto the dance floor at prom.
"Come on." He took the drink from my hand and lodged it in a drink holder. The next thing I knew he had hoisted me onto the pier, locked his fingers through mine, and was leading me to the music.
10
Blake
The song slowed as soon as Sierra and I were within five feet of the deck.
Her eyes sank into mine and she bit her bottom lip. Fuck. Why was she making this so difficult?
I tried not to look in her eyes. Before the Fin Notes launched into the chorus she was wrapped around my torso, her cheek resting against my chest. This was all more than what I bargained for. It had to be the strong drinks that had her nestled against me.