According to Cage they were all really tight. A strange combination if you ask me. Marcus was the rich man's son although he sure didn't live like it and Rock owned his own parasailing company, Preston had no purpose in life but surfing, baseball and girls, then Dewayne was well.... I wasn't sure what he was. He looked dark and dangerous with tats and dreds, but his personality reminded me of a big teddy bear. He was always so nice and easy to talk to .
"I needed to get out and my roomies had both left me for the night so I followed the pretty one here." Did Marcus just call me pretty?
Dewayne chuckled, "Don't let Cage hear you call her pretty.
He goes ape shit when guys mention Miss Will ow's attractiveness," Dewayne winked at me and lit up a cigarette leaning back in his chair.
"Cage is full of hot air," I assured them both but mostly Marcus who I did not want to scare off if there was any chance at all he might be interested in me.
Dewayne let out a laugh as smoke wafted out his noise and mouth. "Naw, baby, he's dead serious. I've seen him in action when someone said something about you. It ain't pretty."
Shut up Dewayne. I glanced over at Marcus and he was frowning again. Dangit, I needed to stop Dewayne and his mouth.
"Marcus! Hey you! I had no idea you were back in town.
Why haven't you called me? I'm hurt." She was gorgeous.
Figures, tall blond and all will owy. Just like the girls Cage is so fond of.
"Jess," Marcus stood up and hugged the girl. My insides cringed.
"Come dance with me," she pleaded not letting go of her hold on him. She looked around him and smiled brightly at Dewayne. "Hey D! How ya doin' baby?"
He nodded, "Good Jess. You broke up with that wanker again?"
She scowled, "Yes for over a month. He got someone pregnant this time. I can't forgive that." Dewayne let out a low whistle, "Ouch... guess not. Daddy Hank. Never thought I'd hear that one." She shrugged and pulled Marcus closer. "It's okay, I got me a handful of Marcus Hardy to make it all better," she cooed.
Marcus glanced down at me and I forced a smile then turned my attention to the stage that Jackdown had just returned to after their break. I couldn't watch him walk away with her. Seeing him with someone like her just reminded me of how out of my reach he was. "One dance," I heard Marcus say.
Jess squealed and led him into the crowd.
I would not think about it. I would not think about it.
"She's Rock's cousin. He couldn't turn her down." Dewayne's voice interrupted my mental chant. My face instantly heated at his words. He could tell it bothered me.
Well that was freaking perfect. Now I was really pathetic.
The low class plain jane crushing on Marcus Hardy.
Suddenly I wanted to leave. I wanted Cage. I needed to feel safe.
"Doesn't bother me. I didn't come here with him." That didn't even sound believable. My voice had cracked for crying out loud.
"Hmmmm," was all Dewayne said through drags off his cigarette.
"I need some fresh air and I need to make a phone call," I said standing up. Dewayne raised his eyebrows and then nodded. I didn't need his all-knowing eyes on me. I headed for the door. Away from the warmth of the overcrowded bar and Dewayne's cigarette smoke blowing in my face.
Chapter Five
The night air was still cool. Even though our super short spring weather was almost gone our nights hadn't begun to warm up yet. I took a deep cleansing breath of ocean air and stepped into the white sand wishing I hadn't worn boots. I could have slipped off heels easily and felt the sand between my toes.
My phone rang in my purse and I pulled it out. It was Cage.
"Hey you," I said holding the phone pressed between my ear and shoulder as I walked down the beach toward our apartment.
"Where are you?"
Figures this would be his question. Knowing Cage he was in the middle of sex and realized he didn't know where I was tonight and grabbed the phone to call me in between thrust. Gross, bad mental image.
"Currently I'm outside Live Bay on the beach getting some fresh air. Jackdown is playing tonight."
"Who's with you?"
"Well, I was with Preston but he left with a girl and Marcus said he would give me a ride home."
"Where's Marcus?"
"Inside dancing with a girl."
There was a pause.
"You ready to leave?"
I was, but telling Cage that would have him leaving his date and rushing to my side. He had a hero complex when it came to me. I often wondered if it was because no one ever saved us as kids. No one saved his Mom when his step-dad beat her. He was just a kid but I knew he blamed himself for not stopping it.
"I'm good."
"No you aren't Low. I can hear it in your voice. Something's wrong. I'll be there in five minutes."
"Cage don't--"
But he'd hung up. Oh well. No doubt the girl will let him come right back. They always did, which baffled me. If a guy ran off on me to go help some other girl while we were on a date I would not let him just run right back and jump in my bed later. But then I wouldn't be having casual sex with a strange guy either. So this was a moot point.
Heading back up to the street I glanced over at the lights of Live Bay and figured I'd just call and let Marcus know I was leaving instead of going back inside. Besides from the looks of the blonde bombshel in his arms he probably wouldn't realize I was gone for awhile.
Marcus
Ì finally managed to untangle myself from Jess. I wanted to dance with Will ow. I'd watched her briefly when I'd first arrived and all I could think about was being close to her and touching her while she moved like that. Jess had come along and delayed me. Dewayne sat at the table with Rock and Trisha. They were laughing and talking but there was no Will ow. I glanced toward the bar but I couldn't see her in the crowd of people.