Sweet Tea & Second Chances: A Second Chance Small Town Romantic Comedy (Lovebird Café Book 1)

by Dylann Crush

  “You’re a saint.” She slumped onto a barstool at the kitchen island and put her head in her hands. “Don’t let me make margaritas today.”

  “Too much fun last night?” The batter sizzled as I dropped it onto the hot griddle.

  “Did I have too much fun? I can’t remember.”

  “Why are y’all being so loud in there?” Scooter lifted his head from one end of the sectional sofa.

  “Sorry.” I’d forgotten there were bodies all over the place.

  I peered into the darkened living room. Ryan stretched out on the other half of the sectional and Jake sat upright in a sunken chair, his feet propped up on the ottoman, sound asleep.

  “Did Jake fall asleep sitting up like that in the chair?” I asked.

  Misty turned her head. “Yeah. He didn’t take a shower after swimming in the lake and he stunk, so I told him he wasn’t sharing my bed. He’ll be back tonight though.”

  I lifted my eyebrows in question.

  “We have kids. Usually at least one of them ends up in bed with us during the night. Poor Jake hasn’t gotten laid horizontally in almost a month. More coffee?” She lifted her empty mug toward me.

  I didn’t ask if he’d been getting laid in other positions. Some things were better left unknown.

  The puttering of a boat engine caught my attention, and I looked out the window down to the lake. Robbie sat behind the wheel, navigating a big blue and white boat toward the dock.

  Misty stood up at the sound and walked over by the window. “Damn early bird. Why don’t you go help him tie up the boat? I’ll take over flippin’ flapjacks.”

  I didn’t move.

  Misty bumped me with her hip. “Go on. The two of you need to talk.” She lifted the spatula like she wanted to whack me with it.

  Fine. As far as I was concerned, Robbie and I didn’t have anything to say to each other. But appeasing Misty would be easier than waking everyone up by arguing about it. I grabbed a pancake off the stack and slipped my feet into my flip flops by the back door. As I made my way down to the water, I nibbled on my breakfast.

  “What’cha got there?” Robbie asked. The boat drew up next to the dock, coming in slow.

  “I made pancakes. Where have you been so early?”

  He pointed to a rope on hanging from the front end of the boat. “Grab that for me? Just hook it over the post there.”

  I did what he asked and he killed the engine, letting the boat drift closer. It bumped the dock and he hopped off, securing the back end.

  “I love to get out on the lake early in the morning before everyone else. Look how calm the water is.”

  The surface barely rippled, except for the wake Robbie had made coming back to the dock. A small metal boat sat about fifty feet offshore to the right where a fisherman stood and cast his line. Movement to my left caught my eye and two ducks came in for a landing, splishing and splashing as their bodies hit the water.

  My stomach had been so tied up in knots, I hadn’t let myself relax and just enjoy being close to the water. “You’re right. It’s beautiful.”

  “Wanna go out for a bit?”

  “Right now?”

  “Yeah. Once everybody else gets up, we’ll load up the coolers and skis and head out for the day.”

  “I left Misty flipping pancakes. I should probably go finish up.”

  “You sure? I thought maybe we could talk.”

  “About what?”

  His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, the same move he’d always made when he felt uncomfortable. “About us, for one.”

  Us? There was no such thing as us between me and Robbie. I shook my head, dismissing the ridiculous notion. “You’re my contractor. That’s all.”

  He took a step toward me. “Dammit, Cass. That’s not all and you know it.”

  I backed up, moving farther away on the dock. “No. For crying out loud, your girlfriend’s here. Just stop, Robbie.”

  “Cassie, wait.” He took a step toward me.

  “No.” I wheeled around and ran toward the house. Why had I let Misty talk me into coming down to the dock in the first place? That dumb game we’d played last night had stirred up memories. And watching Caroline stake her overt claim made me feel things I hadn’t let myself feel for a long time. The two of them belonged together. There was no room for Robbie in my life anymore.

  His voice followed me, calling out my name. Only one thing would be able to ease my mind. I needed to bake.

  Robbie

  My shoulders slumped as Cassie headed back toward the house. What could be running through that gorgeous head of hers? It just about killed me when Caroline showed up last night. We were through. I’d told her that over a week ago, but it obviously hadn’t sunk in. Instead of staying away and licking her wounds, she’d flown halfway across the world to try to threaten me into getting back together.

  No need to ruin everyone else’s weekend. If there was one thing Caroline Hayes excelled at, it was creating a scene. I’d managed to put her off last night, told her I was tired and didn’t want to cause any drama with a house full of people. She hadn’t been happy but after a couple of drinks, the combination of alcohol and jet lag took its toll and she crashed.

  Hooking up with her the first time had been a huge mistake. I’d known that from the start. The only reason I’d even been interested was because I’d been so pissed off at Cass. The first time we got together was the summer after my freshman year of college. I’d spent the entire year trying to honor Cassie’s wish and leave her alone. If she wanted to move on, who was I to stop her?

  For ten months I forced myself to pretend she didn’t exist. Between baseball and studying to keep up my grades, I didn’t have a lot of free time. What little time I had, I spent partying, trying to chase away the memories of the girl from my past with the soulful eyes and long golden hair. By April I’d had enough. I borrowed a car, skipped out on my classes and hauled ass down to Austin. I had to see her.

  How I managed to find her among the thousands of other students, I still had no idea. I just stood in front of the admin building and asked every person walking by if they knew her. I’d almost given up when a group of girls told me which dorm she lived in. I parked myself on a bench outside and lost track of time while I waited. Could have been a few minutes or a few hours, but all of a sudden, there she was. Backpack slung over one shoulder, short flouncy skirt and bare tanned legs. Her hair was different, lighter and not as long as it had been the last time I’d seen her. All the tension and doubt of the past year eased away. Certainty seared me. I knew everything would be okay. She smiled and moved toward me. My body stuck to the bench. Seeing her again freed all the memories and feelings I’d tried so hard to push down. In that moment I knew I’d love Cassie Belmont till the day I died.

  She skipped right past me. Threw her arms around some dork wearing a Rangers cap and jean shorts. What kind of d-bag wore jean shorts? He kissed her on the cheek and they turned toward the entrance of the building. Words filled my head but wouldn’t make it past my lips. My body shifted into lock down mode and went numb. Who was the d-bag now? That’s when I knew it was over. Really, truly, fucking forever over.

  I sat on the bench until the sun went down. Finally, a security guard came up and asked me what I was doing there. I don’t remember what smart ass comment I made, but he told me I’d better move along. Seemed like a good idea, so that’s what I did. Moved right along, leaving Cassie Belmont in my dust and in my past.

  A month later I ran into Caroline at a party. She’d been away at school with Heather. She was looking for a summer fling, and I was looking for someone to wipe my mind clean. I spent as much time as I could that summer buried deep inside her. By mid-July I knew it wasn’t working. I broke it off as best I could but she’d never forgiven me for being the one to end things. About a year ago she moved home to teach English at the high school. One thing led to another and we started seeing each other again. I knew deep in my heart she wasn’t the one for
me. But for some strange reason Caroline had set her sights on me. With her dad’s promise of lining up a bunch of business, I’d been content to just let things play out. I figured she’d get tired of me eventually, and I wouldn’t have to break her heart again.

  I’d tried to talk to Cass over the past couple of weeks, but she’d managed to avoid me. What would I say anyway? Tell her no matter how many other girls I’d tried to lose myself in over the years, I still couldn’t get her out of my mind? Yeah, that would go over real well. The thing is, before she showed up, I thought I finally had put her in the past. But since we’d spent so much time together, she’d ripped open old wounds and now they festered. If I kept this up it was going to take a lot more than just a bandage to heal my aching heart.

  A few hours later, the wind blew across the stern of the boat as I steered toward a calm stretch of water, the perfect place for an afternoon of waterskiing. The sun had already climbed high in the sky, burning off the cloud cover and sending the temperature toward ninety. The nine of us had crammed into the six-seater boat, probably violating some lake safety violation.

  I eased up on the throttle and the boat slowed.

  “Who’s up first?” I asked.

  “I’ll go.” Ryan stood and climbed over Heather and Becca to the rear of the boat. He grabbed a lifejacket then jumped overboard while Jake tossed the skis and tow bar over the edge.

  “What kind of muffins are these, Cassie?” Scooter shoved another bite in his mouth, scattering crumbs all over the vinyl seat. “I sure like them a hell of a lot better than those weird fajitas you made last night.”

  “Hey, be nice.” Misty swatted at Scooter’s leg. “She was trying out a new recipe on us.”

  “Those folks in Dallas are whacked if they like soy sauce in their Tex-Mex.” Scooter snagged another muffin.

  “They’re lemon poppy seed.” Cassie bristled on the stretch of bench directly in front me. No one else noticed, not with the giant sunglasses covering her eyes.

  “When did you have time to bake so much?” Heather popped a mini blueberry muffin into her mouth.

  Cassie shrugged. “I got up early and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

  “Plus, it took y’all three hours to get ready to go skiing.” I reached over and grabbed a cinnamon streusel one from the basket. She’d gone all out. She’d better slow down or she’d spoil everyone senseless. Scooter was right about those fajitas, although I’d never admit it to her.

  “He’s ready.” Jake clapped me on the back. “You wanna drive?”

  “Yeah, I can do it for a while.” I eased the throttle forward. The boat picked up speed and everyone turned to see if Ryan could get his ass up out of the water.

  “He’s down.” Jake yelled over the wind and I slowed, then circled back.

  Twenty minutes later Ryan had yet to get up on skis.

  “Why don’t you let someone else give it a shot?” Scooter stood, ready to take his turn.

  “Boy, girl, boy, girl.” Misty elbowed past him and grabbed a life jacket.

  Scooter threw his hands up in the air in surrender and nabbed another muffin before returning to his seat.

  Misty got up on her first try, and I navigated the boat in a wide figure eight. Her arms must have given out and she let go after taking a nice, long spin. Scooter took his turn, managing to kick off one ski and hop the wake. Freakin’ show off.

  Caroline insisted on going next. She stripped off her cover-up, revealing the tiniest string bikini I’d ever seen outside the pages of Sports Illustrated’s swimsuit issue. Ryan’s eyes just about bugged out of his head and even Jake took a long look before Misty smacked him on the chest.

  Caroline dove headfirst into the water and came up next to Scooter. He helped her get the skis on then paddled back to the boat and climbed in. She gave a thumbs up so I eased the throttle forward, picking up speed. She managed to pull herself upright for a few moments then tumbled to the side. I circled back and she picked up the tow rope, ready to give it another shot.

  “Want me to take over?” Jake nudged me from behind.

  “Sure. Have at it.” I climbed over the cooler and made my way toward Cassie at the front of the boat. Jake threw the throttle forward sending me tumbling into Cassie’s lap. “Sorry.” I flopped down next to her on the vinyl bench. “You okay?”

  “What?” Her hair flew around her head in the wind.

  I yelled back, the speed of the boat and sound of the engine making it almost impossible to hear. “I asked if you’re okay.”

  She nodded.

  The bench we sat on might fit two comfortably. But with Cassie sandwiched between me and Ryan, I had to put my arm behind her and rest it against her shoulders to squeeze myself into the tight space. Her leg pressed against mine from hip to knee. She tried to shift over a bit to give me more space, but there was nowhere to go.

  “Too tight?” I leaned toward her so she could hear me over the wind.

  “What?”

  I nuzzled my mouth next to her ear. Her hair blew across my lips and the scent of coconut tickled my nose. Damn, she still used the same shampoo. My nose remembered. So did my dick. Down, boy. As my lips rested on the shell of her ear, her body tensed. “I asked if you’re too tight.”

  She whipped her head around to look at me before I had a chance to pull back and her mouth grazed my cheek. Her hand immediately went to her lips.

  Heat flooded my face. Nothing like getting a hard-on while trapped on a boat with over half a dozen people. Damn those sunglasses. They shielded her eyes, making it impossible to see what she might be thinking.

  Jake cut the motor, and I crashed into Cassie, tightening my grip around her shoulders to keep her from slamming into Ryan on her other side.

  “Sorry y’all. Caroline took a tumble.” Jake shielded his eyes from the sun. “Misty, is she okay?”

  Misty hung over the back end of the boat. “Looks like she’s crying. You’d better go get her.”

  Jake eased the boat back to where Caroline bobbed up and down in the water. It was hard to tell if she was crying or just had water dripping down her face, but as we got closer we heard her sobs.

  I moved to the back of the boat to check on her. “You okay, Caroline?”

  “Something popped. It hurts, Robbie. Really bad.”

  “Can you swim over and climb up the ladder?” I asked.

  She shook her head.

  Dammit. I peeled my T-shirt off and jumped into the lake. I reached Caroline and helped her over to the edge of the boat. Ryan grabbed her hand and pulled while I put a hand on her ass and pushed and together we got her up over the edge and onto the boat. By the time I climbed back on board, Heather had examined Caroline’s ankle and decided we needed to head back to the house. She had two years of nursing school under her belt, so we deferred to her opinion. Cassie threw some ice from the cooler into a baggie and held it against Caroline’s ankle.

  In the time it took to dock the boat and get everyone onto the dock, her ankle had doubled in size. Caroline threw an arm over my shoulder so I could help her hobble off the boat.

  “Do you think you can make it up to the house?” I asked.

  She took a long look at the expanse of lawn and shook her head.

  I gathered her up in my arms to carry her to the patio. Her tiny top barely covered her tits. Each time my foot hit the ground they bounced in response. Caroline didn’t seem to notice; she snuggled against my chest, laid her head down on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I could feel Cassie’s gaze burning a hole in my back as I set Caroline down on a lounge chair.

  “Jake, go put on some dry shorts and grab the keys. We need to get her to the ER,” Misty said.

  Caroline pulled on my hand as I turned toward the sliding glass door. “Robbie, won’t you take me?” She batted her big blue eyes at me.

  Cassie and I needed to talk. I hadn’t had a chance to tell that I’d broken up with Caroline. In that moment we’d shared on the boat…there was something there. I�
��d felt it. If I let it go, she might slip through my fingers. I couldn’t live with myself if I let that happen again.

  Caroline gripped my arm. “Please?” A giant tear formed at the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek.

  “You can take the Yukon.” Jake tossed a set of keys at me and instinctively I caught them.

  “Fine. Let me put on some dry shorts real quick. Y’all get her into the truck.” I made my way to the stairs as Jake and Ryan made a basket out of their hands to carry Caroline up the steep incline to the driveway. “Cassie? Can I talk to you?” Her bedroom door was closed, and I knocked twice then turned the handle.

  “Jesus, Robbie!” She stood in the middle of the room in nothing but her bikini bottom. Her hands scrambled to cover her naked breasts. “Get out!”

  I covered my eyes and looked down at the carpet, but not before noticing how much she’d filled out in the years since I’d last seen her half-naked. “I’m sorry. I just wanted a chance to talk real quick.”

  “Nothing to talk about. Go. Take Caroline to the ER. She needs you.”

  I risked a glance. She’d pulled a T-shirt on over her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ve gotta ask. On the boat…between us…did you—”

  “Robbie!” Misty’s screech carried all the way downstairs and through the closed door. “Are you takin’ Caroline or what?”

  Cassie lifted her gaze to the ceiling. “They need you upstairs. Better get going.”

  “Can we talk? Later? When I get back?” Shit…did I sound as desperate as I felt?

  “There’s nothing to talk about, Robbie. Go…now.”

  I passed back through the doorway and turned toward the stairs. Dammit. How long would she fight me on this? Whatever had passed between us on the boat needed to be acknowledged. Would I be able to get her to see it? Before it was too late and she left Swallow Springs in her rearview mirror again?

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  Cassie