When You're Back (Rosemary Beach 11)

“I can’t believe we did that,” she said breathily.

“Honestly, me, neither. But I’m sure glad we did.”

She laughed and buried her head in her hands. “Me, too.”

My chest tightened with emotion, and I ran my fingertips down her back. She was my woman.

Reese

The next few days went by without me having to deal with Captain. It had been a reckless move to have sex in my office, but I needed to associate the place with Mase. The next time Captain put food on this desk, I’d know it was right where Mase had taken me. It felt like our spot now. In my mind, it cleared all the Captain out of here. I could even smell Mase now when I walked in. He had marked this area, and I liked that feeling. It gave me confidence. It felt like he was here with me.

There was no sign of Captain on Friday, and I breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the work week. No more lunches, no more comments meant to make me question Mase, no more flirting. I could enjoy my job without his annoying presence.

Mase and I had just arrived home when Major pulled up, dressed in a pair of jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, boots, and a cowboy hat on his head. “When y’all ready to head out?” he asked, as if we had plans.

I glanced up at Mase, who was scowling. “I told you we weren’t going with you.”

Major didn’t let that get to him. “But I got three tickets to hear Pat Green at Billy Bob’s tonight,” he said, holding up the tickets. “You can’t make me go alone. Besides, it’s Pat Green. Get your asses dressed, and let’s go.”

I had no idea who Pat Green was, but I could tell by the look on Mase’s face that he did. He seemed to be contemplating it. I waited, and then he turned to look at me. “You up for a concert tonight? Or would you rather stay here?”

I could tell he wanted to go, and honestly, it sounded like fun. I didn’t know what Billy Bob’s was or who Pat Green was, but I was up for anything. I nodded. “Yep. I like concerts.” I had actually never been to a concert, but I didn’t mention that.

“And you’ll fucking love Pat Green. Ain’t nothing better than him in concert except Robert Earl Keen. Wish like hell he’d been playing tonight. But that’s for another time. Go get your sexy ass fixed up,” Major said, which drew a scowl from Mase.

Major just chuckled and sauntered past us into the house.

“Once you get over his dumb-ass shit, he’s tolerable,” Mase said, still sounding annoyed.

I laughed. I liked Major. He was funny. “He doesn’t bother me.”

Mase didn’t look convinced as we headed to the bedroom to get ready.

“No fuckdickery in there. We got a show to get to. Besides, it ain’t fair for me to have to listen and not get to watch,” Major called out behind us.

We ate delicious barbecue at the café at Billy Bob’s before finding our seats. I didn’t have cowgirl gear to match the two cowboys I was with, but I did have on my boots and jeans. I had tied up a flannel shirt the way I’d seen Piper do to reveal my midriff, but Mase had untied it, shaking his head, and tucked it back in for me.

This place wasn’t what I pictured a honky-tonk would look like, and I’d said as much when we drove up. Mase told me it wasn’t a true honky-tonk; it was a big building with a restaurant, a store, and a huge stage. I couldn’t take in everything fast enough, though I quickly realized I was in the minority without a cowgirl hat.

Once we found our seats, Mase took the one between Major and me. There were two empty seats beside me, but the rest of the row was filling up fast. After Mase and Major left to get beers for themselves and a soda for me, I settled down and watched the people as they arrived. Several girls had their shirts tied like I’d tried to do mine. Smiling, I thought of Mase’s possessive streak; I liked that he didn’t want to show me off.

Someone slipped into the seat beside me, and I glanced up to see familiar green eyes and that stupid smirk. What the heck? He apparently read my face easily, because his smirk turned into a grin. “Fancy meeting you here,” he drawled, as if he didn’t have a hand in this somehow.

A woman with curly blond hair and an overly bright smile leaned over him, showing me her impressive cleavage in the shiny silver tank top she was wearing. “Hi, I’m Kinsley,” she said as she placed a hand on Captain’s leg. I felt like sighing in relief that he had a date. I wished he’d let Kinsley sit by me instead.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Reese,” I replied, with a smile that I didn’t have to force. It was very nice to meet her. Nicer than she could possibly know.

“Isn’t Reese a boy’s name?” she asked with a giggle. “I mean, I’ve never heard a girl called that before.”

I decided not to point out that Reese Witherspoon was a famous actress. I just shrugged. “Well, you have now,” I replied and went back to looking at the people around me and hoping that was the end of this conversation with either of them.

“Didn’t know you were a Pat Green fan,” Captain said beside me. I shot him a quick smile that I didn’t feel.

“I have no idea who he is. But Mase likes him, so here we are.”

Captain made a tsking sound. “A man should take his woman where she wants to go.”

I fisted my hands in my lap. He was already starting in on me. “He does. I wanted to come tonight. I like music, and I’ve never been to a concert before.”

He didn’t say anything at first, but my luck ran out. “So this is your first concert? Ever?” His tone was disbelieving.

I nodded but didn’t look at him.

Kinsley asked him something that I couldn’t hear, and as she chatted away, I knew she was fighting to keep his attention. I couldn’t be more thankful for her. If Mase and Major would hurry up with the drinks, then I’d have Mase to lean into and feel safe from Captain’s nonstop badgering.

“Pat Green is a grassroots kind of country. He’s Texas country. I think you’ll enjoy him,” Captain said to me. “He puts on a good show.”

I turned to look at him. “Out of all the seats in this huge arena, how did you end up in the one right beside me?” I asked. This wasn’t just coincidental.

Captain looked smug. “Where do you think Major got the tickets from?” he drawled.

I knew it. Dang that man.

“If I’d known you had never been to a concert before, I’d have opted for something bigger, though,” he said.