“Turkey,” we replied simultaneously and then broke out into laughter.
Jeremiah handed us the sandwiches before passing out more to the others.
Dean and I sat on the floor of the boat and covered our legs with dry towels.
I shivered and he draped an arm over my shoulders.
I unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. “This is good,” I told Jeremiah. “Thanks for this.”
“Anytime.” He dipped his head in acknowledgment.
“So how do all of you know each other?” I questioned, pointing to the three guys.
Jeremiah was the first to answer. “From surfing. When you’re out there sitting in the water for hours on end waiting for the perfect wave to come along it’s impossible not to get to know each other.”
I nodded my head in understanding. It made perfect sense.
“Liam said you’re his cousin,” he looked at me, “but he didn’t say much about you.” He nodded at Dean.
Beside me Dean snorted and shook his head. “I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you about me, but we grew up together.”
Liam lifted his head in response. “His dad is the cousin of the guitar player in my dad’s band. Since all of us grew up in the same town it was impossible not to know each other.”
“Wow.” Jeremiah whistled at this information. “So you guys grew up as basically an extended family?”
“Yeah.” Liam nodded, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“And let me guess,” Jeremiah grinned, “now you’re pissed because they’re a couple.”
Liam grumbled under his breath and finally muttered loud enough for us to hear, “It’s weird.”
“Why’s it weird?” I laughed, glancing up at Dean.
Feeling the weight of my eyes, he smiled down at me. His hair was drying, the ends curling above his clear green eyes. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and I had to admit I liked the unkempt look on him.
Liam shrugged. “You guys have always been friends. I remember being jealous of that growing up,” he shrugged, “yeah, we’re close Willow, but we’re family. I’ve never had a friend like you guys have in each other. So it’s weird to realize you’re a couple now with like kissing and stuff.”
“And by stuff you mean sex?” I added, raising a brow.
“Don’t say it!” Liam cried, slapping his hands over his ears. “I don’t want to think about you guys doing it with anybody, let alone each other!”
“Oh, Liam.” I shook my head, trying to hide my smile.
I found his reaction ridiculous, considering I knew Liam was no angel. Going to the same high school had put me right in the midst of all the gossip and chatter about Liam. I was pretty sure he’d slept with the majority of the girls in our graduating class based on the things I heard. But, high school, like the media, was full of lies. You couldn’t believe everything you heard, and if you did then you were stupid.
“So, what do you guys do?” Jeremiah asked. “Are you in school? Working?”
“I’m a mechanic,” Dean replied, polishing off his sandwich and crumbling the wrapper in his hand.
“I was in college…well, I mean, I still am technically…but I don’t want to go back.”
Liam looked up at this, his pale blue eyes full of worry. “What? This is the first I’m hearing about this. Why didn’t you call me?”
“I guess for the same reason you haven’t called me.” My voice was soft. I wasn’t angry at Liam for his distance, I understood. “It’s hard when you’re on two different coasts. I guess you feel like the other person is too far away to understand what’s going on.”
Liam frowned at this and shook his head. “Fuck, I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I?”