Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,101
be fun.”
“I need to sleep off this raging headache.” I rub my forehead hoping the pressure will lessen the annoying pain. Sadly, it throbs back to life with a vengeance. I glance down at my now hot pink chest, “Why didn’t you wake me up and tell me to put on sunscreen.”
“I tried.” Sally sighs. “You kept shouting ‘Not happenin’ Westin.’” Laughing, she swats her arms like she’s defending herself in a raging girl slap fight. “You shouted things like, ’Hands off the goods, Westin,’ and ‘Get a clue, not gonna happen’ in your sleep.” She uses air quotes to emphasize the sleep. “I thought if I pushed any harder I’d get arrested.”
I look at Aunt Patty, and she says, “Yeah, after that I wasn’t about to try. I thought you were going to make contact for sure.” She giggles. “No more tequila today, ok?”
“Ok, mom,” I say sarcastically, “Can we head out now?”
Aunt Patty looks away out over the lake and I am instantly sorry since I obviously hurt her feelings.
“Hey, I was just kidding,” I say, stroking her arm.
“I know.” She smiles. “It’s ok.” She stands and gathers her towel. We take her hint, and climbing through the rocks back to the road as the sun begins to set over the horizon.
Chapter 21
“Wake up, sweetie.” Sally nudges me gradually, easing me awake.
The cool sheets and billowy pillows beckon me to stay as my eyes flutter open. “Damn, this bed rocks.” I groan, “I don’t want to go. You guys go without me.”
“You’re going. You promised. It’s almost eight so time to get up and get ready. The mini bar has anything you could want to drink or munch on, or I can order room service. I picked out your outfit. I hope that’s ok.”
“I’m sure you could barely contain yourself.” I chuckle, knowing full well, I am merely Sally’s own personal Barbie doll. The clothes are laid on the bed. “I like your choices as usual. You definitely make it idiot proof, don’t cha?” I glance over my old blue jeans that she has ripped holes in, almost completely obliterating the right knee. The tank is not mine. “Where did the tank come from?” I ask.
“I got it in the gift shop downstairs. Do you like it?”
“I think you picked up a child’s t-shirt, Sally,” I say dryly, eyeing her with a skeptical sneer. The tank is actually a cute Willie Nelson black tank, but its uber tiny, showing my abs and parts of the bra.
“Just put it on. It’ll look good with the cross and your boots. I promise you’ll be comfortable,” she says beaming.
She really gets off on this fashion shit. Damn shame she can’t tell her family to fuck off and do it for a living.
“Ok, but if my nipples show, I’m gonna change,” I grumble, walking into the impressive bathroom of our suite complete with a four person shower with Jacuzzi tub. The tub calls to me, but I know Sally will be pounding on the door if I linger so I start the water in the shower. The raindrop shower head has good pressure, and I step in expecting a relaxing pelt. My sunburned back screams, I look down and notice the bright red skin highlighting the white triangles covering my bits. I must have turned over in my sleep. Thank God. Only one red side and I would look like an idiot. Not that I don’t. Shit. Who passes out in the sun? I wash my body as best I can, trying to stay away from the pelting water.
Finally successfully bathed, I step out of the shower, grateful that for once I am alone, and Sally’s not barging in. I study my face in the mirror, thankful the sun did not burn in delightful raccoon circles from my sunglasses. My face has a nice golden pink tone. I must have spent more of my time on my back. I do my hair and makeup, blow out my hair. Why bother doing some elaborate style? It’s not like I plan on meeting anyone. Snap out of it! I have to pull myself out of this funk. Damn it. This is what talking does, makes it harder to push down the garbage.
I stare at my blue eyes, noticing their sadness. I sigh, as I apply my eye makeup. Fuck it. Maybe I should pick someone up tonight just to wash away any memories of what I’ll never have.