Clipped by Love (Bellevue Bullies 2)

I chuckle. “Yeah, but it shows what kind of dad you got. One who won’t let you settle for less than the best.”

She smiles. “Some people think he’s a dick.”

“Yeah, but some think you are a bitch.”

“Touché,” she says with a nod. “But obviously you think different?”

“I don’t go for face value. I’m sensitive, remember.”

That makes her laugh as she nods. “It’s refreshing.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I finish off my drink and make myself another as the fire crackles in front of us. Leaning back against the couch that Jace dragged out here, I let the alcohol course through my veins. I’m usually not a drinker, but I’m on vacation, so I’m gonna enjoy the buzz the fiery liquid gives me. Got me a good drink and a hot, complicated girl to keep me company.

Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

“Hey, sweetheart, wanna go for a dip?” someone yells. I didn’t even realize they were talking our way until Baylor sits up and glares.

“Fuck off,” she says, flipping whomever the bird, but I can’t see them because of the fire.

So I stand, and when I see that it’s my buddy Jeff, I give him a “What the fuck?” look. “Dude,” I say, and he holds up his hands.

“Sorry, man, didn’t see you there.”

I roll my eyes before dropping down on the couch. “Sorry about that.”

I pull a Coke out from under my ass as she says, “Guys are dicks.”

“They can be,” I agree, throwing the can on the ground as I blink slowly.

Getting up so quickly left me a little dizzy.

“I was walking over here and got hit on so many times.”

“It’s the tank, the sides of your tits were showing,” I say with a grin.

She grins back. “I don’t usually dress like this.”

“Thank God for small miracles then, because I’ve enjoyed the view.”

She giggles. “I would usually tell a guy to fuck off if he said that to me.”

I glance over at her and wink. “Yeah, but you like me.”

She gives me a look that says differently, but her body is basically singing for mine. Just in case the look didn’t let me know her feelings, she says, “I don’t like you, like, fuck you, like you, but I mean you’re cool.”

“Yeah, of course,” I say, playing along, but I know she’s full of it.

Either that, or I don’t know a female from a hockey puck.

And I know what a hockey puck is.

“Okay, let’s do this,” I say then, smacking my thigh.

She looks over at me confused. “Do what?”

“Pick your brain stuff,” I inform her. “Tell me your favorite movie.”

She smiles as she leans back, obviously relaxing. For the next two drinks, we go back and forth, talking about all our favorites. It seems that we are the same person. She loves Mighty Ducks, but then again, what hockey player doesn’t love that movie? Her favorite candy is Nerds, also my favorite. Soon though, the conversation leads to hockey. She’s pretty successful, but that isn’t what has my jaw hanging open. She is my hockey twin. She tapes her stick left to right like I do, and she also puts her right skate on first, like me. While I tape up my left wrist, she does her right.