Sea Breeze 03 - While It Lasts

into his arms without question to comfort m e when he realized I was upset proved it.
    When he’d noticed my ring was missing he’d asked me about it and I’d ignored it and distracted him. He hadn’t pushed for more then either. Cage had put up with a lot from me. He’d had enough.
    I pulled my legs up so I could wrap my arms around them and rest my chin on my knees. I had grown so pathetic over the past few days just trying to get a glimpse of Cage that I spent more time on the rocker on the porch than I did anywhere else.
    Gravel crunched and I watched as Becca Lynn’s little red convertible swung into the driveway. She’d stayed away longer than I expected. We had talked very little about Cage before we’d started drinking shots of tequila the night we went out.
    Today her boots were candy apple red. Almost a perfect match to her car . She’d probably known that when she bought them. Knowing Becca she’d asked to take a boot outside and compare colors so she got it just right.
    “Well , look at you sitting out here in the rocking chair like you ’ r e sixty years old,” Becca teased as she pranced across the front yard and up the steps.
    “It’s a nice spot,” I replied, one w here I could catch glimpses of Cage.
    Becca Lynn p urse d her red lips, also a pretty dang close match to her boots, together and scanned the yard. “Don’t see your badass help anywhere,” she chirped.
    “ His name is Cage, you know that, ” I snapped.
    Becca swung her gaze back to me. “ Oooooh testy. Did you go and get a soft spot for the resident hottie ?”
    “He’s not such a bad guy after all. He didn’t take advantage of you , did he?”
    Becca stiffened and then shrugged as if she could n’t care less. “I think he’s probably one of those smoking hot but very gay types. Normally when a guy is that pretty he is too good to be true. My guess is he has an equally beautiful partner back home. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so not a homophobe. I think it would be hot as shit to see. But it’s a shame such perfect ion doesn’t bat on the right team.”
    She did not just accuse Cage of being gay because he wouldn’t screw her after just meeting her. I wanted to scream just how not gay Cage was but I controlled myself.
    “I’ve seen the girl in his life. He isn’t gay, ” I informed her. She didn’t have to know Willow was engaged to someone else.
    Becca frowned, “He has a girlfriend?”
    Technically , yes. He had a girl who was a friend. “They’ve grown up together. Been together for years.”
    Becca’s face went sad and it dawned on me what I’d just said. She was thinking about me and Josh . This was the pity I didn’t ever want to see on Cage’s face. I got enough pity from everyone else. Jeremy was the only one who hadn’t pitied me. He’d stood by me and mourned with me but he’d never pitied me.
    “Jeremy’s going to LSU in the fall,” I blurted out , needing to tell someone and needing to change the subject. I wasn’t in the mood to discuss Josh with her.
    “Oh, wow.” Becca was watching me closely. She was waiting on me to break down and cry. I’d done that already. For two full days I’d cried every time I thought about him moving on . I was done with the tears. They weren’t tears of sadness over losing Jeremy. They were tears of sadness because he had found a way to move on and I was still stuck, u nable to move past Josh.
    “So, when did you find out?”
    “Last week. He took me to see his new place. He’s leasing a n apartment with his cousin from Jefferson Parrish. He leaves for good next month. He needs to find a job and get settled in before school starts.”
    “You two gonna be okay apart?”
    What she really meant was I going to be okay without him. Everyone seemed to understand that Jeremy was ready to get on with his life.
    “We’ll be fine. Jeremy needs to live.”
Becca nodded, “Yeah , he does,” she paused, “and so do you.”
    I wish I knew how.

    The rumble of a truck interrupted us and Becca turned from her perch on the railing to watch as Cage pulled up from the pasture.
    “God , I hope he has his shirt off,” she whispered.
    I was in agreement with that wish.
    When he stepped out of the truck he looked our way but quickly shifted his gaze and walked into the barn. He was wearing a white tee shirt that look ed a little too small. I wondered if he was wearing it because he had his barbell in.
    “I’m going to go talk to him. I’ll be back,”