Sea Breeze 04 - Just for Now

She needs a life.”
    That had been Amanda. My phone vibrated in my pocket.
    I pulled it out and looked down.
Amanda: Is it okay with you if I come to Live Bay? If not I’ll just go to bed and see you later.
    Hell, no. I needed to see her tonight.
Me: Your brother thinks you’re coming here. Come ease his mind. Then we’ll figure out a way to leave.
    “Is Preston texting?” Rock asked. “When the hell did he start texting?”
Amanda: Okay. See ya in a few.
    I slipped my phone back into my pocket and looked up to see the entire table staring at me with incredulous expressions on their faces. So I didn’t text that often. What was the big deal?
    “What?” I asked, reaching for my beer.
    “You were texting someone,” Marcus replied.
    “Intensely,” Trisha added.
    With Amanda headed up here, I did not need them watching my every move.
    “Actually, it’s called sexting. You get them worked up enough, and they’ll start sending sexy little videos via text.” I winked and leaned back in my seat.
    That was what they expected of me. Marcus laughed and shook his head. Rock raised his eyebrows and looked at Trisha. “If I get you that new iPhone, will you send me sexy little videos?”
    Trisha giggled and whispered in his ear.
    I turned my attention off them and watched the door.
    I managed to stay in the conversation at the table without appearing like I was as disconnected as I was.
    Then the door opened, and Amanda finally walked in.
    Motherfucking hell .
    She was wearing a short little red dress and cowboy boots. I was going to end up in a fight.
Amanda
    I wasn’t sure this was such a good idea. Every time I’d ever been in Live Bay, Preston had been drunk and there were girls with centerfold bodies wrapped all over him. I’d changed clothes three times trying to find something that made me look sexy enough to compete with the girls I’d be up against in here. Unfortunately, nothing I owned made my boobs look any bigger than they were. So I decided to play up my strengths. Preston liked my legs. So I went with that.
    I looked over at their table, and Preston’s eyes were already locked on me. He looked . . . mad. Why was he mad? Maybe mad wasn’t the word. Maybe he looked fierce. I wasn’t sure. The good thing was, the only girl at their table was Trisha. I had been prepared to walk into something much worse.
    As I headed toward the table, someone stepped in front of me. I looked up to see Dameon Wallace’s smiling face. I’d thought he was gorgeous in high school. But now he didn’t seem so perfect anymore.
    “Hello, Dameon,” I replied, taking a step to the side to get around him.
    “Hey, Amanda. Haven’t seen you since graduation. How are things?”
    I smiled. “Good, thank you, and you?”
    His hand grabbed mine, and he pulled me close to his side.
    “What are you wearing?” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me away from Dameon.
    “A dress,” I replied, trying to figure out why he was asking me such a ludicrous question and why he was making a scene in front of my brother.
    “I’m gonna end up beating someone’s ass tonight because of this dress,” he growled, and let go of my hand. “Go to the table. I’ll handle this with Marcus.”
    I nodded and hurried to the table, trying to look casual while Marcus studied me carefully.
    “You made it,” Marcus said, looking over my shoulder at Preston, who was right behind me.
    “Yep” was the best reply I could come up with. I smiled over at Rock and Trisha, who also seemed to be studying me, then Preston, curiously.
    “Want to tell me what that was about?” Marcus asked, his gaze locked on Preston instead of me.
    I was almost afraid to look at Preston, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to make sure he was okay.
    “That douche was all over her, and you were just gonna sit here and let it happen. Someone had to go get her,” Preston explained in an annoyed tone.
    “That was mighty chivalrous of you.” Trisha sounded amused and not at all fooled.
    Marcus turned back to look at me. “Did that guy touch you?” The edge to his voice meant he was buying Preston’s excuse. That was good. But I still didn’t want him going and roughing up Dameon for just saying hello.
    “He’s a friend from high school. We did the flirting thing in school but never anything more. Preston misunderstood.”
    The tension in Marcus’s shoulders eased, and he nodded.
    I chanced a glance at Preston, who hadn’t relaxed at all. He was even more