“Aw hell,” Ben muttered, cracking open a new can of beer.
Chapter Nine
Megan tossed a strand of straight, blond hair over the shoulder of a red dress showing off her perky breasts and flat tummy. “You remember April,” she said, glancing at her redheaded friend.
April smiled and wiggled her pasty fingers at them.
Brooke stared dully at her. “I love your Wendy’s commercials.”
April’s freckled cheeks fell. “Huh?”
Megan kept her focus locked on Evy. “I can’t believe we ran into you here. I hardly ever get to go out anymore with the baby and all.”
Evy’s muscles tensed. The mere mention of the word baby sent a cold shiver running down her spine. And not just any baby. The baby. The very one that had once threatened to obliterate everything she had ever wanted in a single blow. “That’s so sad.”
Megan’s icy blue eyes widened. “Jack is getting so big!”
“He really is,” April verified with a series of affirmative nods. “Barely a year-old and kid’s already walking all over the place like a little drunk person.”
Tasha’s gaze bounced between the redhead and the blond, uncertainty swimming in her eyes.
“He’s a handful all right,” Megan said, turning to Brooke. “I’m sure you know how babies can be.”
Brooke clasped her hands together on the table and lifted her chin. “Always getting into things they shouldn’t.”
Megan’s gaze narrowed. “But as bad as they can sometimes be, they always end up getting what they want.”
Brooke offered a toothy smile. “Not if you keep things locked up.”
Cold flashed in Megan’s eyes. She turned her icy gaze back to Evy. “That is the God’s honest truth. You really have to lock up everything in the house or who knows what they could get their hands on.”
“Wait a minute, this is that Megan bitch, isn’t it?” Tasha eyeballed the slender blond from her smoky eyes to her four inch heels. “You were just talking about Dean right now weren’t you? About locking stuff up in the house.”
Megan paid her no attention and kept her phony smile aimed at Evy. “He changed my life. Jack, I mean.”
Tasha frowned. “She’s talking about Dean again, isn’t she?”
Megan stared hard at Evy. “I don’t know what I’d ever do without him.”
“Before ya know it, he’ll be running for city council,” Brooke smirked.
Megan’s smile hiccupped, shooting a dose of pleasure into Brooke’s veins. The table next to them burst into laughter while heavy bass vibrated their drinks.
Brooke lifted her eyebrows. “Speaking of the city council, how is your father anyway? Hope he’s hanging onto the soap.”
What was left of Megan’s smile hit the dirt. “He’s good,” she replied, hiking her purse up higher onto her shoulder. “He could be home in time for Thanksgiving next year.”
“Next year?” Brooke made an O-face. “Oh my, that is wonderful timing! The mall will be looking for plenty of seasonal help by then.”
Megan turned back to Evy, her face brightening. “I hear you’re marrying my ex-husband soon! That is so exciting.”
April stared at Evy, eagerly awaiting her reply.
Evy’s pulse beat like a bass drum in her ears, rattling her bones to the core. One felt mallet strike after the next, dizziness washed over her in cold waves.
“Ex-husband?” Brooke scoffed, rolling her eyes. “That marriage was about as real as your boobs.”
Megan stepped closer to Evy, her flowery perfume stinging Evy’s eyes. “You’re a lucky girl, Evy.” One corner of her lips pulled up into a tan cheek. “I’ll never forget how good that beautiful man felt inside of me.” A wistful sigh crept past her lips.
Time slowed to a crawl while Evy’s heartbeat hammered against her ribcage. Everything went into slow-motion. Her wine glass felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, the wine spraying Megan’s face a burgundy blur. It was over before Evy knew it. She stared at Megan, biting back an evil grin. “Oops.”
Megan held her arms out, staring down at her ruined dress in wide-eyed horror. She looked up, fury and cabernet dripping from her face. “You fucking bitch!”
Chapter Ten
The chartered fishing boat lazily drifted along with lines cast from poles mounted around the entire back end like insect legs. Baited hooks trolled through the darkened water that seemed to stretch to the end of the world. It was peaceful. Dean sucked in a deep breath of the crisp night air and released it back into the breeze, glad to be here after all. It would have been a mistake not to have come. He passed the joint to Ben just as a light thump hit the hull, gently rocking the vessel.
Everyone froze.
“Did you guys feel that?” Will’s bloodshot eyes searched their faces for validation.
“What was that?” Ben asked with his head on a swivel.
It was impossible to see further than twenty feet out, the sliver of moonlight about as helpful as the pale safety lights bookending the craft.
“Something hit the boat,” Will said bleakly.
“Nuttin hit the boat,” the captain said, puffing away on a thickly rolled Swisher Sweet Perfecto. Thick smoke rolled through the open slider and out the back of the boat.
Shaun opened a can of beer with a hiss and leaned back in his olive colored camping chair. “You’re just a little on the paranoid side, Will, but don’t worry, it’ll pass.”
“When?” Will asked in a hushed whisper, his face crimped with worry.
“Couple hours.”
He swallowed thickly, his knee rapidly bouncing up and down. “I’m more nervous than a cucumber on a pickle farm.”
“Yo, Captain Jack Sparrow!” Jon shouted, stretching his gangly arms back. “When the hell are we going to catch something? It’s been over an hour now.”
“I know a spot, lad,” Taylor replied, slowly motoring his way toward the state of Michigan.
Jon pinched his eyes tighter. “Hey, where are you from anyway?”
Taylor threw a quick look over his shoulder. “Madison,” he said, turning back to the water.
Jon frowned. “Madison?”
“How far out are we?” Dean asked.
“Few miles,” Captain Taylor said over the swishing sound the fishing lines were making as they dragged through the water.
“I’m not getting a signal!” Will’s cell phone cast an eerie gloom across his face. He looked up, gravity pulling on his features, dark rings circling his eyes. “We’re all doomed.”
Dean laughed and passed him a cold beer. “I told you that stuff was potent.”
Will stared at his hand, flexing his fingers in and out. “My hands feel like Ronald McDonald hands.”
Jon grinned. “You hit that joint way too many times.”
Will’s eyes rose, his jaw hanging on a loose hinge. “Which one?”
This elicited a burst of laughter from the group which tapered off into another round of complacent stillness. The lines swooshed. The motors hummed. Their eyes met in the dim light. Something jumped out of the water next to them and slapped back down. The boat kept moving, quiet settling in like a cold fog as the temperature continued to drop like it always did at night on the lake.
Shaun unzipped a duffel bag and pulled out a black North Face. “Colder than witch’s tit out here,” he said, slipping into the wind jacket.
“Can I tell you guys something?”
They turned to Jon, his gaunt face pale in the yellow light.
He leaned forward, nervously turning a can of beer in his hands. “Pam and I…had a threesome with one of her friends last night.”
The boat rocked from side to side as another cloud of cigar smoke drifted over them.
“What?” Shaun cried, slicing the quiet in two. “And you’re just telling us about this now?”
“It just happened last night.”
“For the love of God, let the man speak!” Will’s eyes locked onto Jon. “I get stuck wa
tching HGTV and cooking shows every night.”
“Guy or girl?” Dean asked.
Jon flattened his lips, clearly not finding humor in the question. “Some girl named Kiley I’d never met before.”
“Hot?” Shaun said.
“Super hot blondie with tig ole bitties.” Jon cupped an imaginary set of massive breasts and made them bounce. “It was insane!”
The captain glanced over his shoulder and exhaled another gray plume.
Jon returned his attention to the beer can in his hands. “I never even saw it coming.”
“How did that go down?” Dean took a long drink, studying Jon out the corner of his eye.
“We ended up back at my crib after the bars and the next thing you know, we were playing spin the Patron bottle around the coffee table.”
“Wow,” Ben laughed, lighting up a smoke and exhaling into the night. “That’s old school right there.”
“Suddenly, all of us were down to our underwear. No tops, just bottoms.”
“Go on,” Will said, taking an eager gulp of beer.
“I mean, it was a straight up tie.” A smile wormed across Jon’s lips as he studied his can through far-off eyes. “And, of course, the bottle lands on me next.”
Shaun slowly shook his head. “Oh, I hate that.”
“So I stand up and the next thing I know, Kiley is crouched down in front of me on her knees, her fingers curled just inside the elastic waistband of my drawers.”
Will swallowed hard. “Sweet mother of pearl.”
“Where’s Pam?” Shaun asked.
“Sitting there on the couch in her red panties, just watching.”
“Then what happened?” Ben asked, taking a long drag off the cigarette that made his face glow red.
“Then…Kiley slowly inched my underwear down.”
“Boxers or briefs?”
Jon looked up to meet Will’s inquisitive gaze. “Boxer briefs.”
Will smiled. “Nice.”
“Anyway, my boner pops out and smacks her right in the face.”
Shaun tipped his head back and laughed. “Shut the fuck up!”
“Almost took out an eye!” Jon wet his whistle and wiped beer from his lips with the sleeve of gray hoodie. “Huge, giant dick.”
“Okay, we get it,” Dean said.
“So Kiley looks back at Pam, like, ya know, getting her approval before going any further.”
“Damn,” Shaun murmured, crossing his legs and wagging a penny loafer through the air. “That’s some respect right there.”
“What’d Pam say?” Will asked.
“Pam didn’t say anything. She just slid a hand down her panties and I was like oh hell no!”
Captain Taylor glanced back at them, smoke seeping from his bearded lips.
“Don’t stop now,” Shaun implored.
“So then Kiley turns back around to face my ginormous cock head on. She grabs it with a firm grip and starts jerking me off with both hands.”
“Both hands!” Dean snickered, swapping a dubious look with Shaun. “Whatever, man.”
Shaun smiled, shaking his head. “Jon, you need a checkup from the neck up.”
Jon ignored them and kept spilling his guts. “Suddenly, she wraps her lips around it and starts making like a Dyson.”
A heavy frown slipped over Ben’s face. “Dyson?” His face relaxed. “Never mind, I get it.”
Dean laughed, covering his eyes with a hand. “No way.”
“I shit you not, man! I took turns banging both of them all night long.”
Will studied Jon through wide eyes. “You get any of this on video?”
“No,” Jon lied.
Dean swallowed a cold drink of beer. “So where’d everyone end up sleeping?”
“Eventually, we all crashed in my bed with me in the middle.” Jon tipped his can back and drained it. “When we woke up this afternoon, Kiley was gone and things were a little weird between Pam and I.”
“What’d she say?” Shaun asked him.
“That’s just it, she didn’t say anything. She acted like nothing had happened.” Jon stared off into the night, narrowing his vacant gaze.
“Are you bullshitting us?” Dean asked.
“I’m not lying.”
Dean glanced at the others. “So where do you go from here with Pam? Just act like it never happened?”
“That’s why I need your advice.”
“I wouldn’t do anything,” Will said, cracking open another one of Shaun’s beers. “If she wants to act like it never happened, then that’s what you do.”
“You think?”
Ben nodded his agreement with his father-in-law. “She’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. By day, she’s a mild mannered health inspector, at night she turns into some turbocharged sex-fiend.”
Jon rubbed his chin. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re looking at this all wrong, Jon.” Shaun leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “You get the best of both worlds here. You’re locked down with a hot, sweet girl on movie night, but on party nights you get to bang other chicks.”
The captain laughed hard, drawing their attention.
Jon lowered his voice, his eyes going distant again. “There was one point at four in the morning when I had Kiley bent over...”
A loud honk made everyone jump. They turned to see Captain Taylor flash a searchlight three times at a green dot off in the distance. The approaching vessel honked back and flashed its lights in return.
Dean sat up straighter in the camping chair, squinting across the water. “Who the hell is that?”
Shaun and Jon traded knowing looks while Will pulled out a shiny Colt Python from his backpack.
“Whoa!” Shaun cried, holding his hands up. “Why does he have a gun?”
Will popped the cylindrical chamber open and slammed it shut again. “Could be Somali pirates.”
Jon’s face soured. “On Lake Michigan?”
“No guns on the boat!” Captain Taylor barked, killing the engine and plunging them into an eerie silence. The distant sound of music floated in on the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of giggling.
Dean turned to Shaun, a heavy glower straining his face.
Shaun held his palms out. “What?”
“What the hell is this, Shaun?”
Captain Taylor rotated the spotlight and lit up a red ski boat with a wakeboard rack running over the top like a roll bar, Robin Thicke blaring from their sound system. A large bearded man in a cut off Packers shirt waved a meaty arm as he piloted the vessel. Two young girls in skimpy bikinis stood behind him and waved as well, hanging onto each other for support with cans of Heineken in their hands.
“Oh, shit,” Ben grumbled.
“Hey y’all!” a pretty girl with short, blond hair yelled out. “Somebody call for search and rescue?”
Shaun stood up, swaying a little as he found his legs. “Thought we were going to have a circle-jerk out here all night, boss!”
The bearded man pulled smoothly alongside Cassandra and tossed Jon a rope. “Sorry, I got tied up.”
“I bet you did,” Jon smiled, wiggling his fingers at the girls and pulling another bout of giggles from them. “Ladies.”
“Permission to come aboard?” a brunette with long hair and giant boobs asked coyly.
Captain Taylor nudged Jon out of the way and took off his hat, flashing a rat’s nest of white hair and a crooked smile. “Aye!” He extended his hand and helped her aboard, eye-fucking her the entire way before doing it all over again with the short blond.
The brunette stumbled in her clear, high heels and fell into Dean. “Oops,” she laughed, bracing herself with a hand against his chest. Slowly, she looked up into his eyes like she had just slammed into a mighty oak. “Thank you, tall, dark and gorgeous. I’m Kat.”
She held out her hand but Dean didn’t take it. He glanced at Will, mind reeling. This wasn’t happening. Maybe Will wasn’t the only one who had smoked too much of th
e whacky-tobacky. A whiff of heavy perfume wafted over him, pulling him back to reality. Not only was this happening, but it was happening with Evy’s dad as an eye witness.
The bearded man passed Captain Taylor a small duffel bag with Silk printed across it in white stenciling.
Dean cringed. He hadn’t been to Silk since before Evy came along, and his promise to her was now as broken as his buzz.
“You’ll have em back at the dock by two?” the man asked. “They have to dance the early shift tomorrow.”
Captain Taylor nodded with a wink. “Tree at ta latest!”
“We’ll get em back safe and sound,” Shaun said, wrapping an arm around the petite blond. “Thanks, Mikey! You da man!”
Jon tossed the rope back. “You guys are open on Sundays?”
“Seven days a week,” Mikey replied, gently pulling away.
“Bye Mikey!” the girls sang out in unison. They laughed at the similarity of their high-pitched tones.
“Shaun you better take good care of them,” Mikey hollered over the low rumble of his beefy engine.
“Don’t I always, big baller? You know how I roll.”
“I also know where you live.”
Shaun laughed. “Thanks again, Mikey. Only you can come through in the clutch.”
Mikey waved to the girls, telling them to call if they needed anything. Little did he know, that was impossible this far out. He jammed the throttle forward and sped off toward McKinley Marina.
“Hi, I’m Shaun. I don’t think we’ve met yet.”
“Sky,” the blond replied, shaking his hand. “I’m new.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you look just like a white Halle Barry?” His eyes crawled down to the Halle Berry handfuls tucked beneath a sunburnt orange bikini top.
“Not until now,” she softly replied, running a finger down his chest. “But you can call me Storm if ya want.”
Jon swallowed thickly, studying Kat. “And you look just like a young Sofia Vergara.”
She glanced up at Dean before shedding a mischievous grin. “Thank you, honey.”
“This is so messed up,” Ben whispered to Dean. “I swear to God I had no idea about any of this.”
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