It’s bad enough we have our annual Founder’s Day creeping up on us. A day when almost the whole town congregates at the heart of town to celebrate Bluestone Lakes. There’s food, drinks, activities for the kids, and an epic display of fireworks to end the day. There’s absolutely no tired like the tired you feel when that day is done.
Not even how I feel now holds a candle to that.
Hence why I don’t feel like hosting a karaoke night at my bar anytime soon.
Nan brought up Blair in conversation in front of Lily, and I fought the urge to groan. It’s not a topic I wanted to talk about because I don’t know her well enough.
The question is…do I want to know her more?
Lily seems to think I’m a miserable fuck because I’m lonely.
Am I? No way.
Do my sisters want me to find someone to make me happy and finally get over my ex? Yes.
Joke’s on them because I’ve been over her for a while.
I just don’t have a heart inside me anymore. Sierra took it with her when she left, probably tossed it out the window on her drive to the airport for another car to run over.
Now, I’m here.
Making a life for myself.
A life I fucking love, thank you very much.
I lean my head back on the rocking chair, close my eyes, and allow myself to relax after this long day when a piercing scream comes from Blair’s house.
Jumping from my chair, I clutch the neck of the beer bottle as I scan the area as best I can. The rain is falling hard, a relentless curtain that obscures any danger that may lurk in the shadows.But if there was an intruder or something running from the house, I think I would see it.
Then I hear her dog barking excessively and another scream. It’sherscream. It has to be. This time, it’s louder and more painful? I drop my beer on the deck, not bothering to grab a jacket, and run through the rain toward her house.
I don’t know why I care, but I’m not having someone die on my road.
I don’t bother knocking or kicking off my boots when I storm inside her place.
But I immediately regret my decision.
Blair stands in the tiny hallway at the back of the house in nothing, but a dark gray towel wrapped around her body. Water droplets cascade down every inch of exposed skin and her wet hair flies around when she turns to face me.
“Ahhh! Griffin!” she screams in the same tone I heard moments ago.
I turn away from her, bringing my hands up to cover my eyes. “What the fuck are you screaming about?”
“You’re in my house!”
“Because you were screaming!”
“I know!”
We’re both just standing here, shouting at each other while I fight the urge to turn and look at her body in that towel. I finally give in and turn toward her again as I scan around to see what has her in this state of panic. The dog is unfazed by the whole thing and sits next to my legs, looking up at me with its tongue out like it’s waiting for me to pet it.
Good luck, buddy.
“A moose!” she shouts again. Her voice is not dying down at all.
My eyes snap to her, landing right on her chest. The swell of her breasts pop as she hugs the towel tight around her body.
Jesus Christ.
