Sea Breeze 03 - While It Lasts

your brother’s last wishes would have been. In my opinion , you have. I didn’t know the dude but I think you’ve done your job. I don’t think he ever wanted you to give up your life for Eva. ”
    Jeremy sank down onto the old wooden rocker that I’d often seen Eva sitting in while drinking a glass of tea and staring off into space. “You saw her last night. What if that happens when I’m gone?”
    Hell , I wasn’t a damn psychiatrist. What did he expect from me? He was asking for wisdom from the guy who was working at a farm all summer because of a DUI.
    “She’ s a big girl. She’ll be okay. She has her daddy here watching over her and she has other friends.”
    Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “What about you? While you’re here, d oes she have you?”
    Me? What the fuck kind of question was that? She didn’t want me. At times I was pretty damn sure she hated me. But, yeah, if she needed me I knew without question I’d be there. She’d gotten under my skin.
    “Yeah, she has me. As long as I’m here, I’ll be available if she needs me. Even when she doesn’t want me.”
    Jeremy chuckled and stood up. “She wants you. She just doesn’t want to want you. Or at least that is what she said in my truck last night.”
    She told Jeremy she didn’t want to want me. I liked that. I could work with that. “Drunk Eva was something else,” I replied.
    Jeremy walked over to the steps and held out his hand. I stared down at it and realized he wanted to shake my hand. I clasp ed it and he shook it one good time before letting go. “Take care of her for me.”
    I nodded, “Will do.”

    Eva

    I couldn’t remember what all I’d said to Cage while I was drunk. All I knew was he’d been sweet and I’d slept in his bed s melling like tequila and an ash tray. While he’d been out working this morning , I’d changed his sheets and made up his bed. I hated for him to sleep on sheets that smelled like the inside of a bar all week.
    That was the only contact I’d had with him. I was avoiding him. I was sure he knew that too. I couldn’t help but feel guilty about not taking him water and ice towels b ut I couldn’t bring myself to face him just yet. Had I snored? God , I had probably snored. I didn’t even know if I snored. Plus, my breath had to have been atrocious. He’d still let me sleep in his bed with him. How could one girl manage to make such a fool of herself so easily? I really should write a book on how to make an ass of yourself .
    Cage hadn’t come looking for me today either. He was probably worried I’d think more of what happened than he did. I bet that stupid gorgeous redhead never came to his bed a blubbering idiot and stinking like cigarettes. She just didn’t look the type.
    I ran out of things to do in town and none of t he movies playing at the theater looked appealing. All that was left to do was hideout in the house. Several vehicles pulled into the driveway from the sound of all the gravel. I went over to peek outside and see what was going on. It was truck loads of guys. Lots of guys. What in the world? I hurried down the steps and to the front porch.
    Lou d insults were thrown around along with a whole lot of male laughter and lewd comments. Cage jumped over the fence and a huge grin broke out on his face as the herd of guys made their way down to the barn.
    They were his friends. That much was clear. He fist bumped a few and made a few comments with his cocky smirk that I knew were probably something naughty.
    “You stay in the house for the next couple of hours,” Daddy said as he walked up the steps of the porch with a frown.
    “Who are they?” I asked , surprised Ca ge had let a bunch of guys come see him here.
    “It’s your Uncle Mack’s baseball team. He sent them here to do a little bonding time with the boy. He don’t want him to get his mind off the goal. I told him it’d be okay for a few hours. They’re supposed to take him into town for something to eat and bring him back.”
    “Can I sit on the porch?” I asked , wanting to watch them. It was interesting to watch Cage with his teammates.
    “I reckon but when they come walking back this way you go on inside. Ya , hear?
    “Yes, sir,” I replied. He still treated me as if I was a sixteen-year-old girl instead of a twenty-year- old woman. Part of it was my fault. I’d been so dependent on Josh that when he died I’d crumbled. Daddy had to take care of me like I was a child again. I