The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

Ash. It’s okay,” he murmured as she laid her head against his chest weakly.
    Jealousy washed over me like a tidal wave, even though I knew she was sick. I didn’t like seeing him so sweet and protective of her. Taking a step forward I asked, “Ash, you okay?”
    Sawyer’s head snapped up but I didn’t meet his gaze. I wasn’t sure I could. She raised her head and let out a sigh. “I’ve got a migraine. Too much sun but Beau took the car to the nearest store to get me some pain medicine.”
    “Can I do anything?” I asked. “I’ve got her, Lana. You can go on to the tent,” Sawyer’s demanding voice sliced through my already broken spirit. I couldn’t stand here and watch this. Ash was sick but she was in good hands. The Vincent boys were taking care of her.
    “Okay,” I managed to respond and turned to walk toward the tent. Standing outside of it, I hated the idea of going inside. The memories from last night were in there. I needed to forget those memories. My life was out of control enough. I didn’t need Sawyer Vincent’s help to break my heart. My dad was doing a fine job all on his own. I’d loved two men in my life and I’d not been enough for either of them. I would never be their first choice.
    A fresh tear rolled down my face. Before anyone could see me cry, I opened the tent and crawled inside. Moving my sleeping bag back to the far corner of the tent as far away from Sawyer’s as possible, I curled up inside of it and cried. I cried because my dad hadn’t wanted me. I cried because my dreams of college had slipped through my fingers and I cried because I’d let myself believe Sawyer could possibly fall in love with me.

    I woke up early and peeked over at Sawyer. He was sound asleep in his sleeping bag. The pain he’d inflicted last night hadn’t eased with sleep. Grabbing my things, I quietly exited the tent. I didn’t want to be in there with him when he woke up.
    “You’re up early.” Jake knelt down over the fire adding some fresh logs.
    Running my hand through my hair self-consciously, I nodded.
    “I have coffee, want some?” Jake asked, standing up and lifting a pot of coffee up to show me.
    “How did you make that?” I asked walking over toward him. I could almost smell the coffee.
    “I brought a coffeemaker with me. Used the electricity up at the bathhouse,” he explained, pouring some of it into a styrofoam cup.
    “You’ll have to drink it black. I don’t have cream or sugar,” he said holding the cup out for me.
    “I always drink it black,” I replied, taking a small sip.
    Jake raised his eyebrows, “Really? That’s hot.”
    Rolling my eyes, I turned to walk up to the bathhouse and get dressed.
    “What? I don’t get a thank you?”
    I glanced back over my shoulder, “Thank you.”
    He smirked and shook his head.
    “You know, it’ll always be that way. He’ll never really move on. She’ll always be the one.”
    I stopped and took a deep breath as the knife he’d plunged into my stomach and twisted caused too much pain to keep me moving.
    “I’m not being mean. I’m just being honest. You’re wasting your time.”
    With a sharp nod of my head, I forced my feet to move. I needed to get away. No more truth. I’d had a little too much of that in the past twelve hours. I needed a break.

Chapter Sixteen

    Sawyer

    I’d royally screwed up. Old habits die hard and my need to help Ash and protect her was a very old habit. Last night when Beau had left me with her, asking me to take care of her while he went to get the pain meds, I’d taken one look at her pale face and panicked. I’d needed to be the one to ease her pain. It just flipped a switch in me.
    When Beau had returned and she’d curled up in his arms as he rocked her and soothed her, the reality of the situation washed over me. I’d been a stand-in. She’d not clung to me that way. She never would again. She was Beau’s.
    Opening the tent and seeing Lana curled up as far away from my sleeping bag as she could get told me all I needed to know. She’d seen what I hadn’t last night until it was too late. Only twenty-four hours before I’d been touching and kissing her body in places that had given us both our first real experience with pleasure. I’d been so tempted to reach for her and pull her against me as she slept but I knew my touch wouldn’t be welcome. I’d been abrupt and rude to her when she’d inquired about Ashton. Looking back, I knew I’d not wanted her to see