behind her and flips her over his shoulder. He gives me a mocking look before yelling, “Someone needs to get in the pool!” Reagan’s beating on his back and yelling at him, but he’s so much bigger than her that she doesn’t make any impact.
Pissed, I try to push down the feelings of jealousy and anger that threaten to overwhelm me as I see his hands on her. What the hell does he thinks he’s doing interrupting us like that. I’m starting to dislike their relationship, and I don’t like that he’s possessive of her at all. Do I feel in the same league as Reagan? Hell, no. But I don’t think I care anymore. She’s already got me wrapped, and I don’t think I’d even want to be free if I could.
Slowly I follow Blaine back to the house. Harrison comes out of the ocean and starts to walk beside me. He says, “Look, man, I can see that there’s something there already between you and Reagan. But Blaine will make your life a living hell if anything happens between the two of you. Not to say that she isn’t worth whatever shit you’ll catch from him, but I still wanted to warn you that it could happen.”
I groan and tell him, “Thanks for the heads up, man, but I’m starting to figure out it’s not going to be easy or simple with her. But he might push me to the point where I’ll be as pissed as he is. I’m already wanting to punch him in his damn face.”
Harrison chuckles and responds, “That’s what I told Daniel, man. You don’t seem like the type of guy to mess with, and Blaine is used to not being intimidated and having Wallace to back him up. But if Reagan wants you, Wallace isn’t going to get in the middle of this one. As long as you’re okay fighting Blaine, you should be alright.”
And I realize as Harrison talks about it, I am okay with a fight to put Blaine in his place. I’d much rather do that than not pursue Reagan. I’m starting to realize that I’m not going to let anything stand in my way from trying to get that beautiful girl.
Picking up my pace, I get to the pool as Reagan is complaining at Blaine and climbing out of the water. Grabbing a towel, I step towards her and reach out an arm, “Here, sweetheart, use this and dry off.” Blaine growls at me, but I pretend to not even notice as I enjoy watching Reagan move her body around till she feels dry.
I ask her quickly as she hands me the towel, “Do you want to go for a walk?” Her eyes meet mine, and she grins up at me with a twinkle in hers. “Sure, that sounds wonderful. I can work on my tan and get exercise.” I grab her hand and lead her back towards the beach as Blaine watches us.
He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s angry as I observe him ball his hands up into fists. We walk down the steps, and as we reach the beach, I say, “Yeah, he’s kinda possessive of you, right?” She sighs deeply and explains, “Yeah, he is, and I don’t like him as anything more than my family. But I don’t have a lot people that really love me, and he’s one of them. So even though he can drive me crazy; it isn’t something I can do a lot about. Because I’d much rather he be around annoying the hell out of me than not. Wallace and I have known Blaine since we were kids.”
After she finishes her explanation, she gets a determined glint in her eye and asks me, “So are you close to your parents?” Thrown, I glance down at her to see if I can read what her intentions are behind the question, but I don’t really get a lot from her expression. I disclose to her, “Uh, that would be a no. My dad cheated and left my mom and me a long time ago. My mom stuck around, but she’s never really cared that much about me. Now, she’s newly married and obsessed with her new husband.