The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

focus into talking to Ashton.
    “That all sounds like fun. I’m game for whatever,” I assured her.
    Leaning forward she touched my hair and studied my face. Then her face broke into a huge grin, “You’re wearing makeup and your hair is darker and...,” she studied my skirt and top. “You have stylish clothes.”
    “I decided it was time for a change,” I replied, unable to suppress my smile.
    “Well, you look hot .”
    Ashton stood up and started pulling off the cowboy boots she’d been wearing with a black sundress that barely made it halfway to her knees. It was like God had decided to try his hand at making someone perfect and chose Ashton as his experiment.
    “Sawyer said he brought you home. How was he? I mean, was he in a good mood?”
    I wasn’t sure how I felt about Ashton still worrying about Sawyer. I hadn’t expected this when I’d planned to spend the summer here. It had been six months since the breakup. Normal people moved on in six months, didn’t they? I mean, she was with Beau now. Shouldn’t everything be water under the bridge at this point?
    “He, uh, was fine.” Okay, so that was a lie but I wanted to protect him from her. He wouldn’t want Ashton to know he was still affected by her and Beau.
    She let out a sigh and plopped back down on the bed folding her legs up underneath her and facing me. “Good. He and Beau kind of had some words at the field tonight. I had to jump in Beau’s arms to keep them from tearing it up. That’s why he left and ended up at Wings.”
    I hadn’t seen them fight since we were kids. Surely, they weren’t fighting over Ashton still. “What happened?” I asked, knowing I probably didn’t want to hear this.
    “Stupid stuff. Beau didn’t like the way Sawyer spoke to me. It wasn’t a big deal but Beau got real upset and went on the defensive. They still haven’t found a way to handle me being in the middle.”
    The last time I’d been sitting on her bed talking about the Vincent boys I had told her that she needed to let both of them go. Even then, I knew she wouldn’t be able to. They were so much a part of her life. Beau, especially.
    “Is Sawyer dating?” I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
    Ashton let out a short laugh, “I wish.”
    That was odd. He was gorgeous, talented, athletic, polite, and funny—how did someone like him go six months without some girl managing to snag a date?
    “Not even one date?”
    Ashton shrugged and pulled her knees up to her chin wrapping her arms around the front of her legs. “I think maybe one or two dates. Not sure. I don’t ask, really. Sawyer still acts weird around me and Beau gets very territorial if I bring up Sawyer. He doesn’t like me talking about him much.”
    How sad for Sawyer. Ashton had been a big part of his life since they were twelve. Now, he couldn’t really talk to her anymore without Beau standing over them. As much as I wanted Sawyer to be over Ashton, I didn’t like the picture in my head. Sawyer, alone, bothered me. He didn’t deserve that. He’d been so good to both of them.
    Welcome to the Jungle started blaring and Ashton reached for her cell phone on the table beside the bed.
    “You cannot already be in bed,” Ashton purred into the phone. It had to be Beau.
    “Really? Oh, okay, well that’s good. I’m glad the two of you are out together.” My ears perked up and I studied my fingernails trying to appear as if I weren’t completely curious about this conversation.
    “I love you too. Be careful and remember he doesn’t drink much so get him home safe.” Was Sawyer drinking? With Beau?
    Ashton smiled, “No, I love you more.”
    Oh, please.
    “I’ll keep it beside my pillow. Call me as soon as you get home.”
    “Yes, we’re catching up,” she lifted her eyes to smile brightly at me.
    “Okay, love you, bye.”
    She dropped her phone in her lap and let out a happy sigh.
    “I know you don’t like how things went down and that Sawyer was hurt but I love Beau so much, Lana. I’d do it all over again if I had to. I hated hurting Sawyer, I really did. I’ve never been so happy. Beau is wonderful.” Her voice went all dreamy and I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Chapter Five

    Sawyer

    I still couldn’t figure out why I was here. Sure, I’d been to Kayla’s birthday parties every year since seventh grade but that had been because Ash wanted to come. This year, what Ash wanted no longer mattered, so why the hell was I here?
    Spill