Dare Me

Chapter Twenty-Six

Callum

It was closing in on 8AM and I was sitting in the lounge that Lake had run from this morning.  Yesterday morning, really, but it all felt like the same day because I hadn’t slept yet and neither had Oz, Ana or the crew that sat with me, all of us downing some early morning Scotch.  The sun was up but we drank like the night was young.  Apparently, there was no such thing as last call.  Not here.  The bar stayed open till everyone left, and I had no place to go.  I had no idea where Lake was.  I had no hint, clue or lead.  Not a single direction.  I rarely felt helpless and I detested the feeling so I drank it away and considered a move to Scotland.  Some American bars had the audacity to last call at midnight.  That was grounds for abandoning my country.  At least it was tonight.  Rather, this morning.

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?” I lifted my heavy stare from my drink to Ana.  Her hair was everywhere now and there was booze or water or something spilled all over her chest.  I didn’t have the capacity to laugh but she read my amusement.  “I know I look like a hot mess.”

“Yeah.”

She giggled.  “That’s the key.  Look it sometimes.  Never be it.”

“Cheers to that.”

It was sarcastic but she touched her glass to mine.  “So this is finally it, right? You’re calling it? Giving up the futile fight?” she smirked.  “Oh, don’t make that face, Callum.  You’re insanely fucking sexy when you’re mad but I like it so much better when those pretty lips are smiling.”  She pushed my hand off the armrest and sat her ass on it.  “Though what I prefer most,” she sipped slowly on her drink, “is when those lips are somewhere on my body.  Preferably starting here.”  She fingered a line across her tits.  “And then moving down to… oh, I think right around here.”  Her hand trailed to her stomach and then down to her lap, settling between her thighs.

I said nothing.  I’d hoped that drinking this much would erase the furious tornado spi

Ana swung her long legs over and rested them onto my lap.  “Someone needs to relax.”

“You’re observant.”

“I am.  And I’m actually not sure why I asked if there was anything I could do to make you feel better.  I know there are lots of things I could do.”  The rest of the guys were too hammered to pay attention to us.  Probably a good thing because Ana’s skirt was hiking all the way up as she crossed one leg over the other.  The bartender caught my heavy-lidded gaze from across the room.  He raised his eyebrows, gave me two thumbs up and then went on with his business.

I was slow to respond to Ana.  “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”  She took my hand and ran it up her naked thigh.  She held it there, took my glass and drank from it.  “Mm.”  She sighed.  Half-moaned.  “You know, hotel bars are always my favorite.”

“And why’s that.”

Her hand slid mine up her skirt till I was far enough to feel nothing underneath.  She whispered in my ear.  “Because it’s so easy to get a room the second you need it.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Lake

The same nausea that churned my stomach the day I found Trish and Hunt was making its return years later, across the ocean, with new life.  It asked me what Callum would think about the fact that I cared and sometimes ached for a man who had sex with his stepmom, my mother.  How Callum would feel about the fact that the relationship with Trish, it turned out, was the very least of Hunt’s faults.  Just the tip of the iceberg.  I’d been merely too stupid to see it.

I was in Scotland for God’s sake.  My eyes stared out vacantly at the sea of blue before me but my nails clawed desperately at my skin, trying to get rid of every time Hunt had ever touched me, made me the same as my mom.  My mind wasn’t relenting.  It refused to stop dragging me by the legs through the dirt, the gravel and the filthy memories of Sunstone.

I threw up outside after I saw Trish and Hunt in bed together.  Sha

But now I wondered about every last thing she and Hunt had ever told me.

Dean dropped me like a ragdoll into the chair across his desk.  I heard the sound of him ripping a paper towel off a roll.  When he came back to me, he shoved his hand in my hair, held my head up and wiped the bile off my mouth and the collar of my shirt.  “What happened.”  There was no inflection in his question.  I know I took too long to answer because he barked it at me again.  My thoughts scrambled back together fast.

“My mom with Hunt.”  And her sling wasn’t on.  Her shattered elbow was working fine, I realized.  It was reaching for the ceiling and plopped back to the mattress with a bounce when she noticed me.  It was never broken.  And I was an unforgivable idiot.  “They were in bed.  Together.”

“That ain’t nothing new.”

Still panting, I stared.  “I didn’t know.”

“Whole lot you don’t.”

He sat down behind his desk.  I finally got the chance to look up and around.  I always imagined that inside his office, he had a big screen TV and calendars with fast cars and naked women on them.  I imagined nice furniture – nicer, at least – and a permanent group of friends hanging out on the couch drinking beer.  But there was none of that.  There was his desk, his chair, the one across that I sat on and a torn couch on which a cardboard box rested.  It was bursting with multicolored files and papers.  His desk was no different.  There was no excess and it wasn’t the bachelor’s pad that I imagined.  It was a workspace.  The telephone rang.  He answered it, said something about how he’d have it fixed, and then hung up to return his irritated attention to me.

“I guess you don’t realize I ain’t really with your mom no more.”

My face crinkled.  “What are you talking about?”

“Legally, we are together.  The church says we’re together.  But as far as I’m concerned, Trisha ain’t my wife or my family.  Same with Hunt.”

My throat was raw.  “Because of the affair?” My every word was a broken rasp.

“I confirmed my decision when I found out about that.”  Dean dragged his hand over his face and tugged on his beard.  He moved some papers around on his desk and didn’t look at me.  His voice was casual, tinged only with a