song pumping through the speakers changes to an old Danger Mouse song. I drain my beer and drop my head to the back of the couch, letting both the music and the alcohol flow through me.
“Refills?” Brooks says, collecting our empties. I nod, letting my eyes slip shut for a moment as Jack White sings about mirrors, triggers, and guns.
Quick as fuck Brooks is back, drinks in hand—a major perk of being surf royalty in a beach town. “Dude,” he says, out of breath.
When neither Anton or I answer him, he digs his elbow into my shoulder. “Dude. Some chick was staring you down from the kitch. She’s headed this way and looks like she’s ready to tear you a new one.”
I pop my head up and take my cup from him, placing it on the couch between my knees.
Anton howls. “Don’t tell me you already banged and bailed? Dude, you’ve been home for like a week.”
Running my hands through my mop of curls, I grin. “Nah. You know I’ve been with my family.” I turn to Brooks. “She hot?”
“Only if you’re into petite, dark-haired bombshells.”
I rub my hands together. “I prefer ‘em blonde, but...” I trail off wagging my brows suggestively.
Not even two minutes later a knock-out with killer curves is walking my way. I start from the bottom, lazily working my way up her delectable body. She’s a short little thing with wide hips, a nipped-in waste, and tits I’d love to get intimately acquainted with. She’s easily hotter than every girl here and as she draws nearer, I become even more intrigued.
“Damn, she’s fine.” I run my tongue over my lower lip, admiring the way her dark hair is tied up into a knot on the top of her head. Thick bangs frame her face, giving way to a pair of Aviator-style glasses. She has a button nose and lush, full lips. Girl’s got the whole sexy-nerd thing on lock in a pair of daisy-duke overalls over a sports bra with a pair of shell-toe Adidas on her feet.
Finally, after what feels like the longest build up ever, my fun-sized goddess is before me. “Dane? Dane Foster?” she asks, her voice nothing more than a soft rasp. I grin and give the guys a nod, signaling for them to scram.
“I see my reputation proceeds me.” I pat my boardshort covered thigh. “Why don’t you have a seat and—”
“You’re joking,” she says. “Please, God, tell me you’re joking.”
“About a pretty little thing like you climbing onto my lap? Yeah, no. Definitely not joking.”
“Wow.” She huffs out a breath. “Just…wow.”
“Cat’s got your tongue?” I ask, amping up the charm with my best bikini-bottom-dropping smile.
“Nope. I’m just…wow.”
“Yeah, babe, you’ve said that three times.” I can tell she’s annoyed with me and absolutely not picking up what I’m putting down. But I’m committed at this point—and I want to see how far I can push her.
She shakes her head and drops her eyes to the floor for a minute before looking back to me. “You don’t have a clue of who I am, do you?”
Brooks and Anton are both dancing with some random girl sandwiched between them as they try to act like they’re not paying attention to what’s happening with us over here; but I know they’re both tuned in and loving every minute of this.
“Should I?” I drag my eyes over again, taking in all the details up close and personal. That is, until my gaze snags on a little cluster of freckles in the shape of a star just beneath her collarbone. I know those fucking freckles. Why do I know those—holy shit Dots Davis is…well…she grew up.
“No. I guess not.” She slides her hands into her back pockets and rocks back on her heels. “It’s just that…we used to be neighbors and…”
“And what babe? You want an autograph or something?” I know I’m being a Grade-A dick, but seeing her has me off kilter, but damn if I’m going to show it.
“Wow.”
“Mmm.” I lift my drink to her in a mock-toast. “There’s that word again.”
Behind the lens of her glasses, her big, expressive brown eyes show every ounce of frustration, fear, and sadness she’s feeling because of my behavior.
I know it makes me a jackass, but I can’t seem to stop.
“You know what? You’re not…just forget it.”
She turns and my eyes drop to her plump ass. Seriously, where did these curves come from, because my Dots was as flat as a pancake. As she stalks back the