I take a swig of my beer to wash down the nostalgia that’s clouding my judgement. All of that was a whole lifetime ago; In this lifetime, Tyson Wilde, her younger brother, is one of my best friends and one of the few people in the entire world that I trust.
I met him when I tried out for the track team at U of H. He brought a box of Shipley’s glazed donuts to practice and offered them around. Everyone reacted like they were nuns being asked to suck a dick.
Except me. We paired up for team workouts and discovered that a weakness for glazed donuts was just one of the things we had in common.
When the teamwork out was done, everyone else was laid out, legs turned to jelly, lungs ragged with exertion. I headed outside for a run. Tyson, who’s competitive streak asked if he could join me. I humored him and said yes but warned that I was setting a six-minute mile pace.”
“Why? You tired?” he asked before he took off. At the end of a fast, hard, flat out run that left us both gasping for breath he extended his hand, a grin of respect on his face and said, “I’m the Tyson Wilde, not to be confused with my less handsome, much older brother Remington.”
My heart was already racing from the exertion of the workout, but like a deer who sees the headlights too late, I blurted my name and said “I think we’re supposed to be enemies”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking a feud that has nothing to do with me is a dumb reason to not work out together. I won’t tell, if you won’t.”
We laughed, but I’ve never told my brothers about our friendship and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t either. But when he talks about Regan, I feel guilty pretending not to know her at all. He’s as protective of her as I am of my brothers. If he knew that she has been the inspiration of every wet dream I’ve ever had, he’d probably kick my ass.
I don’t want to risk my friendship with Tyson. We don’t talk often, but when we do, this trip will come up and how can I pretend I had no clue his sister was here?
Determined to do the right thing, I grab my phone and shoot him a text.
“Just saw Regan at my resort.”
“You’re in Cabo?” His answer comes back instantly.
“Yup. Just saw her.”
“Is she okay?”
I recall her tears
Why wouldn't she?
“Her marriage is over.”.
” I pump my fist at that. Hell, yes.
“What happened?” I text back and hold my breath for his answer.
“He’s fucking the nanny.” He responds.
“Woah.” What kind of idiot has sex with other women when they’re married to Regan Wilde?
“Yup. Buy her a drink and help her get laid.”
If only he knew just how much I’d like to do that, he wouldn’t ask.
“By anyone *but* you. You dirty fucker,” his next message reads. I laugh nervously
Duh. And I think she can buy her own drinks and get laid just fine if she wants. I’ll just say hi.” If she happens to climb on my lap and ride my dick again, I most certainly won’t say no.
“I’ll text her, let her know so she doesn’t think you’re some random hitting on her and kick you in the balls before you can introduce yourself.”
“I’m looking at her right now. Tell her to look up and she’ll see me.”
“Cool. Getting a call, later.”
I watch her intently now. She and her friend are still laughing and talking. I wonder what she’ll think when she realizes Stone is me. She looks down at her phone and frowns.
I hold my breath when she looks up suddenly and scans the pool area. Tyson must have texted her. I stay stock still and wait for her to find me.
Her gaze moves past me and then comes back suddenly. She lifts her sunglasses up and a smile spreads on her lips.Her smile is so bright, I feel the heat of it from all the way over here.
She looks…excited to see me. Maybe she’s forgiven me for stabbing that dude and cussing her out that night.
I wave.
She lifts her hand and waves back.
Her smile disappears abruptly, and she looks down at her phone, again.
Her expression becomes a frown, and as she lifts it to her ear, speaks briefly and then with a quick, but heated glance in my direction, she stands to leave and that mouthwatering body