It was five in the morning and I was drunk. Becky had passed out next to me on the pontoon while Adam took his pep girl home long ago. I lifted my red cup and tried to sip from it, but there wasn’t anything in it. I tipped it over and not a drop fell out.
When had that happened?
“I was told Tanya was down here.”
A leggy blonde stepped onto the pontoon and bent down to get a better look under the canopy. Becky snored and rolled over.
I squinted against the moonlight at this new stranger. She had long hair, slightly curled, that hung almost to her waist and she wore a classy v-neck sleeveless shirt over tight jeans. The high heels caught my attention. Their silver color matched her top perfectly.
I sighed. This girl was sober. I could tell. I was usually sober. Not tonight.
“So…is she here?” she asked further.
“Huh?”
“Tanya. Is she here? Was she here?” She rubbed at her arms as if she were cold.
I lifted my glass to her. “You could drink some beer and get warm.”
“No thanks.” She eyed my glass as her lip curled up. I was sure it was in disgust. “I don’t drink.”
“I don’t either, but Logan didn’t care about that tonight.”
“Logan?” She tilted her head to the side. “Are you the new sister?”
“I’m not.”
And I wasn’t. I didn’t think I’d ever consider myself in that role.
“Oh. Sorry. You said Logan before.”
I narrowed my eyes at this girl again. She didn’t say his name in the usual hopeful manner of most others. She said it as if she knew him, and knew him well. Still, I held my tongue. He’d already done enough damage for me to add more to it.
“A guy took her home.”
She sighed and looked away. “I can’t believe her. Another guy.”
I frowned. “His name’s Adam. He’s a good guy.”
“Doesn’t matter at this point,” she snapped and started to leave.
“You said Logan.”
She stopped.
“Did you mean Logan Kade?”
“You said Logan’s name before.”
I nodded. “Do you know him?”
“Well enough.” She yawned and glanced up at the house. “I should get going.”
“How well?” I started to stand and climbed down from the pontoon.
She stopped a foot away on the dock and studied me. “Why?”
I shrugged.
“Look.” She gave me a forced polite smile. “A lot of girls want to know Logan and a lot of girls have known Logan. If you’re looking for a hookup, he’s the guy for you, but if you’re looking for a rich boyfriend—I’d look elsewhere. Logan’s not that type, for anyone.”
“You sound like you know him pretty well.”
“I do.” And she rolled her eyes. “I know him a little too well. We dated for two years, broke up a year ago.”
“Really?” I surged forward a step, but held myself back. I didn’t want to appear too eager. “What happened?”
“What else?” She laughed, but it sounded hollow. “He liked my friends and me…and I liked his brother.”
