Page 29 of G.O.D.S Omnibus
“He had to spend the afternoon with his grandparents,” Sinclair answers.
“Look what I found,” Danika announces to no one in particular, holding a glass with what looks to be a cocktail in it. “Fully stocked bar outside.”
“Let’s take this party out to the pool, shall we?” I wonder how Boston will react when he finds out we drank all his booze. A girl has to get her kicks somehow.
Danika doesn’t have to be told twice; she is out by the pool in two seconds flat.
Jimmie takes off his shirt and throws it on a sun lounge, and I can’t help but laugh. I know I shouldn’t, but the kid is lily white and so damn skinny it reminds me of a naked Mr Burns from the Simpsons. Sinclair is a little more modest in her pale-blue one piece with her matching sarong, floppy hat, and oversized sunglasses. Danika has on the same bikini she wore to the party; she was clearly hoping the guys would be here. She doesn’t seem like the type to use people, but she definitely will enjoy the perks while they last.
The smell of coconut fills the air as Sinclair rubs oil into her skin while Danika and Jimmie jump into the pool and splash each other.
This goes on for a few hours, and Sinclair oils and rotates every half an hour. Jimmie and Danika have a bomb diving competition, and I keep drinks in everyone’s hands.
We finally retire to the lounge chairs. The sun has started to set, and a pink hue fills the sky.
“Hey, Jolie, who is that hunk?”
I sit up slowly and turn to see Brennan standing in the doorway. My jaw almost hits the floor as I take in the board shorts hanging low on his hips. Holy six pack, Superman! Who would have thought that cardigan-wearing Brennan has a damn fine body?!
“Damn, if I had known you had all that under those clothes, I would have suggested you never wear a shirt,” I call out.
Brennan smiles as he walks closer to us. Danika has no personal boundaries, fleeing to his side and introducing herself.
Jimmie pops up beside me from out of nowhere. “You might want to shut your mouth. You’re catching flies.”
Sinclair laughs from the pool lounge beside me.
“Shut up you two,” I chastise, and Sinclair laughs again.
“My mum is coming to get us since somebody poured drinks down our throats.” Jimmie wiggles his eyebrows at me, insinuating that I’m the reason they are all drunk.
“Excuse me, but there was no forcing.”
He laughs and tells Sinclair to be ready. I’m thankful when he pulls Danika away from Brennan, who winks at me before diving into the pool.
I show my new friends out, walking a little faster back to the pool. Brennan is still swimming laps, so I sit on the edge with my legs hanging in the water. I watch him swim up and down the length of the pool, his long arms stretching out in front of him with fluid forward motion. As he nears an end he goes under, gracefully flips, and kicks off the wall.
I don’t know how long I sit and watch him for, but his precise movements awaken me to the fact he isn’t the guy I once thought he was.
Who are you, Brennan Myers, and what piece of the puzzle do you hold to my past?
“Penny for your thoughts.” Brennan appears out of nowhere, holding the ledge of the pool, his bright-blue eyes looking up at me, and at this moment he seems young. He has always come across as mature, but he can’t be any more than a few years older than I am.
“I was just thinking that you’re not who I thought you were.”
He pulls himself out of the pool and sits beside me.
“How so?” He seems curious, not defensive, but I suppose that is more Boston’s style.
“Hmm... I don’t know, I haven’t quite figured it out yet.” My teasing tone invites him to give me more.
“You’re right. I’m not who you thought I was. While I used to be in charge—an authority figure—now we are both children in the Myers household. Equals. I could go as far as saying friends.”
“Not sure I would go that far,” I joke, and he lightly pushes my arm, making me laugh. “Okay, maybe we could be friends for now.”
Brennan stands and holds out his hand to help me get up.
“What do you mean,for now?” he asks as we walk inside.
