Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

gawking at me to the fridge where Grant stood smiling.
    “You come walking out of that room dressed like that every morning?” Grant asked.
    I hadn’t expected anyone to be in here. “Um, no. Normally I’m dressed for work,” I replied as a low whistle came from the younger boy at the bar. He couldn’t be any older than sixteen.
    “Ignore the hormone ridden idiot at the bar. That’s Will. His mother and Georgianna are sisters. So in some screwed up roundabout way he is my younger cousin. He showed up here last night after running away again for the hundredth damn time and Rush called me to come get him and take his crazy ass home.”
    Rush. Why did the sound of his name make my heart race? Because he was unfairly perfect. That was why. I shook my head to clear my Rush thoughts. “It’s nice to meet you, Will. I’m Blaire. Rush has taken pity on me until I can get my own place.”
    “Hey, you can come home with me. I won’t make you sleep under the stairs,” Will offered.
    I couldn’t help but smile. This kind of innocent flirting I understood.
    “Thank you but I don’t think your mother will appreciate that. I’m fine under the stairs. The bed is comfortable and I don’t have to sleep with my gun.”
    Grant chuckled and Will’s eyes went wide. “You’ve gotta gun?” Will asked in an awed voice.
    “Now, you’ve gone and done it. I better get him out of here before he falls anymore in love,” Grant replied, taking the cup he’d just filled up with coffee. He headed for the door saying, “Come on Will before I go wake up Rush and you have to deal with his ornery ass.”
    Will glanced at Grant then back at me as if he were torn. It was cute.
    “Now, Will,” Grant said in a more demanding tone.
    “Hey, Grant,” I called before he got to the door.
    He turned back to look at me, “Yeah?”
    “Thanks for the gas. I’m paying you back as soon as I get my check.”
    Grant shook his head, “No, you’re not. I’ll be insulted. But you’re welcome.” He winked then shot Will a warning glare before leaving the kitchen.
    I waved goodbye to Will. I’d deal with how to pay Grant back without insulting him later. There had to be a way. Right now, I had another plan. I made my way to the doors leading outside. It was time to enjoy my first real day on the beach.

    I stretched out on the towel I’d borrowed from the bathroom. I’d have to wash it tonight. It was the only one I had to dry off with and now I was getting it covered in sand. It was so worth it.
    The beach was quiet. We weren’t near other houses so this stretch of the beach was empty. Feeling brave, I pulled the tank top off and tucked it under my head. Then I closed my eyes and let the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore lull me back to sleep.
    “Please tell me you have sunblock on,” a deep voice washed over me and I leaned toward it. The clean masculine scent was yummy. I needed to get closer.
    Opening my eyes, I blinked at the bright sun and covered my eyes to see Rush sitting down beside me. His eyes were studying me. Any warmth or humor in his voice I might have imagined was missing.
    “You are wearing sunblock, aren’t you?”
    I managed to nod and then pulled myself up to a sitting position.
    “Good. I’d hate to see that smooth creamy skin turn pink.”
    He thought my skin was smooth and creamy. It sounded like a compliment but I wasn’t sure saying thank you was appropriate.
    “I, uh, put some on before I came out here.”
    He continued to stare at me. I fought the urge to reach for my shirt and slip it on over my bikini. I didn’t have the kind of body on the girls I’d seen him with. I didn’t like feeling as if he were comparing me.
    “You not working today?” he finally asked.
    I shook my head. “It’s my day off.”
    “How’s the job going?”
    He was being nice, kind of. At least he wasn’t avoiding me. As silly as it seemed, I wanted his attention. There was this draw I had to him that I couldn’t explain. The more he kept his distance the more I wanted to get closer. He tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow like he was waiting on me to say something.
    Oh wait. He’d asked me a question. Dang those silver eyes of his. It was hard to concentrate. “Uh, what?” I asked feeling my face heat up.
    He chuckled, “How is the job going?” he asked slowly.
    I had to stop making an idiot out of myself around him. I straightened my shoulders, “It’s going good. I like it.”
    Rush