margaritas?”
“Let’s do it.” We walked arm in arm to one of the front water seats. Grey maneuvered through the tables with his crutches.
Maybe I should have moved some of the chairs out of the way to make sure he had a clear path, but he had made it clear over the past two weeks that he could do things on his own. He didn’t need me.
The margaritas were the perfect mixture of salty and sweet. I didn’t think Mac had ever made a better batch. I grinned as he walked toward our table.
“How’s everyone over here doing tonight? Eden, this your friend from North Carolina?”
“Sure is. Taylor, meet Mac, best bartender on the island. Mac, meet Taylor, the best roommate a girl could have.”
“Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand. “Hope you have a great vacation in South Padre. Grey and Eden put you up at the Palm?”
Taylor took a sip of her margarita. “Yes, I love it. The place is adorable.”
“Good. I’ve got to get back to the bar. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Nice meeting you, Mac.”
I reached for the pitcher and poured another round for Taylor and me, making sure to fill the blue glasses to the top.
Taylor turned to Grey. “So, what’s the deal with your secret uncle showing up?”
“Taylor.” I nudged her arm with my elbow.
“Oh, sorry. Am I not supposed to bring that up?”
Grey shifted his hurt leg with both hands. “I don’t know, Taylor. I haven’t talked to him much. Eden probably knows more about him than I do.”
Her eyes darted to me.
“That’s not true. I’ve only talked to him a handful of times.” I dove into my margarita.
“Well, I want to meet him.”
Grey’s expression became sourer. “And why’s that?”
“Because how many people do you know have a mysterious relative show up out of the blue? It’s reality TV stuff.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think Mason’s that exciting. I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see him around.” I was admittedly holding back details about his sparkly eyes and chiseled jaw. One look at him and Taylor would melt.
“I just want to see him. You know I’m curious.”
Grey rolled his eyes. “You should get your chance since he’s staying at the Palm.”
“He is?” Taylor questioned me.
“I thought I told you that part.” I couldn’t remember how much of the story I had relayed to her. Ever since Grey’s accident, life had been a blur.
The margaritas were going down faster than they should. I reached for the pitcher, ready for my third one.
“Who else am I going to meet this week?” Taylor held her glass forward for me.
“Marin and Pick just got engaged. You’ll meet them, and then Pick’s best friend, Connor. I think that’s it.”
“Oh, what about Connor? Is he my type?” She grinned playfully.
“Umm, Connor’s a sweetheart really, but I don’t know that you’re going to be into him like that.” Connor was way too thin and lanky for my friend.
I knew we were analyzing the physical aspects of the Padre men—probably not Grey’s topic of choice—but I was surprised when he eased himself from the seat and leaned on his crutches.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Thought I’d let you girls catch up. I’ll see you when you get home.”
“You’re leaving?” I didn’t know whether to be hurt or angry. Maybe a combination of both.
“Darlin’, my leg’s killin’ me. You have fun.” He smiled at Taylor. “Glad you made it in ok. See you tomorrow.”
“Night, Grey.” She smiled weakly. I knew she was just as confused as I was.
I wanted to dart after him and demand a better explanation. Not everything could be about his leg, but instead, I clutched my margarita and listened to him hobble out of Pete’s.
Taylor’s excited expression turned serious. “Is everything ok between you two?”
I stared at the horizon; the sun was almost gone. “I don’t know anymore, Taylor. I just don’t know.”
I dropped the keys four times trying
“Let’s do it.” We walked arm in arm to one of the front water seats. Grey maneuvered through the tables with his crutches.
Maybe I should have moved some of the chairs out of the way to make sure he had a clear path, but he had made it clear over the past two weeks that he could do things on his own. He didn’t need me.
The margaritas were the perfect mixture of salty and sweet. I didn’t think Mac had ever made a better batch. I grinned as he walked toward our table.
“How’s everyone over here doing tonight? Eden, this your friend from North Carolina?”
“Sure is. Taylor, meet Mac, best bartender on the island. Mac, meet Taylor, the best roommate a girl could have.”
“Nice to meet you.” He shook her hand. “Hope you have a great vacation in South Padre. Grey and Eden put you up at the Palm?”
Taylor took a sip of her margarita. “Yes, I love it. The place is adorable.”
“Good. I’ve got to get back to the bar. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Nice meeting you, Mac.”
I reached for the pitcher and poured another round for Taylor and me, making sure to fill the blue glasses to the top.
Taylor turned to Grey. “So, what’s the deal with your secret uncle showing up?”
“Taylor.” I nudged her arm with my elbow.
“Oh, sorry. Am I not supposed to bring that up?”
Grey shifted his hurt leg with both hands. “I don’t know, Taylor. I haven’t talked to him much. Eden probably knows more about him than I do.”
Her eyes darted to me.
“That’s not true. I’ve only talked to him a handful of times.” I dove into my margarita.
“Well, I want to meet him.”
Grey’s expression became sourer. “And why’s that?”
“Because how many people do you know have a mysterious relative show up out of the blue? It’s reality TV stuff.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think Mason’s that exciting. I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see him around.” I was admittedly holding back details about his sparkly eyes and chiseled jaw. One look at him and Taylor would melt.
“I just want to see him. You know I’m curious.”
Grey rolled his eyes. “You should get your chance since he’s staying at the Palm.”
“He is?” Taylor questioned me.
“I thought I told you that part.” I couldn’t remember how much of the story I had relayed to her. Ever since Grey’s accident, life had been a blur.
The margaritas were going down faster than they should. I reached for the pitcher, ready for my third one.
“Who else am I going to meet this week?” Taylor held her glass forward for me.
“Marin and Pick just got engaged. You’ll meet them, and then Pick’s best friend, Connor. I think that’s it.”
“Oh, what about Connor? Is he my type?” She grinned playfully.
“Umm, Connor’s a sweetheart really, but I don’t know that you’re going to be into him like that.” Connor was way too thin and lanky for my friend.
I knew we were analyzing the physical aspects of the Padre men—probably not Grey’s topic of choice—but I was surprised when he eased himself from the seat and leaned on his crutches.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Thought I’d let you girls catch up. I’ll see you when you get home.”
“You’re leaving?” I didn’t know whether to be hurt or angry. Maybe a combination of both.
“Darlin’, my leg’s killin’ me. You have fun.” He smiled at Taylor. “Glad you made it in ok. See you tomorrow.”
“Night, Grey.” She smiled weakly. I knew she was just as confused as I was.
I wanted to dart after him and demand a better explanation. Not everything could be about his leg, but instead, I clutched my margarita and listened to him hobble out of Pete’s.
Taylor’s excited expression turned serious. “Is everything ok between you two?”
I stared at the horizon; the sun was almost gone. “I don’t know anymore, Taylor. I just don’t know.”
I dropped the keys four times trying
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