I throw my arm over Wes’s shoulder. “Come on, let?
?s go get you drunk and see some naked chicks.”
* * *
Three hours later, and I have succeeded in getting everyone drunk, and we have had a string of naked women coming all night. I might have succeeded in my mission.
Cody is passed out at the bar, clueless to the fact that he is lying in spilled beer. Elijah has spent the last half hour in the restroom, most likely vomiting. And Wes is a stumbling mess, no longer speaking in coherent sentences.
I sigh. Why the hell I thought I wanted to spend an evening with just the guys is beyond me. I don’t even like spending time with Luca, and he’s about the only person on earth who can stand me.
Unfortunately, there aren’t many cab options on the island this late in the evening, so it is up to me to either get them home or leave them here. I should leave their asses here. They are all grown men who can take care of themselves. But I keep picturing Sloane.
I smile, thinking of her. There is one benefit to everyone being drunk out of their minds.
“Come on, Wes. It’s time to let your best man take you home,” I say, putting his arm around my shoulders and helping him to stand up.
Wes smiles as I guide him outside to my truck. I knew well enough not to get drunk tonight.
I throw Wes in the truck before I decide I’d better go get Elijah and Cody.
“Don’t tell Elijah and Cody that you’re my best man. They’ll be mad,” Wes says, slurring every other word out of his mouth.
“Don’t worry. It will be our secret,” I say before slamming the door shut.
Finally, I think as I go back to get the other two drunk assholes.
I can’t put up with these guys any longer without at least getting a glimpse of Sloane.
Phase one is complete. Now, it’s on to the more fun phase. Enticing Sloane.
It feels strange to wake up and not be teaching Wes for once. But it’s also incredibly fucking nice. I jump out of bed and glance out my window. The sun is just starting to rise over the ocean, and it looks like it is going to be the best goddamn day.
Wes already gave me a schedule of events I need to be at as his best man over the next month. I don’t have any events that I need to be at for my sponsors.
Today, I’m a free man. I can just surf.
I slip into my swim trunks and don’t bother to throw on a shirt. Then, I run out the door and get in my truck to head to my favorite spot on the beach.
When I get there, I jump out of the truck and grab my surfboard before running toward the ocean.
“Hey, man!”
I freeze and do my best not to groan.
I turn and face Wes. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought we were done with lessons.”
“We are. Just wanted to show my fiancée what I’d learned.”
I see it in her eyes the second she spots me. Immediate recognition, regret, and anger. She recovers quickly and tucks a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as Wes turns to grab her hand.
“This is my fiancée, Sloane Hart. Sloane, this is Asher Calder,” Wes says.
Sloane holds out her hand to me, and I shake it with a mischievous grin on my face—or at least, that’s how I imagine she views my grin.
Sloane smiles politely and shakes my hand. “I’ve tried teaching Wes how to surf many times, so I’m still not convinced that he has learned how to actually surf, even by someone as experienced with surfing as you are,” she says as she retracts her hand.
Wes laughs.