She stared back at us with her wide, emerald green eyes, her mouth open as if she wasn't sure what to say. Not that I blamed her. Hell, maybe it was a bit much – all this attention at once was probably freaking her out. Maybe we'd all come on too strong, too soon, which, given the look on her face, I figured was probably the case. She looked like she was on the verge of bolting
But I'd planned on asking her out the moment I saw her. I had no idea my brothers were planning to do the same damn thing. If I knew they were into her too, I would have staked my claim with them the minute I saw her.
Once one of us stakes a claim, the girl is off limits to the other two – that's just the rules.
“Uh sure,” she said. “That'd be – fun?”
“Great,” Cason said, the little shithead answering her before I could.
He flashed me a malicious little smirk as Hailey walked around the booth toward him.
Not so fast, Cason, buddy. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and I wasn't about to let my little brother get over on me. It'd be a cold day in hell before I let that shit happen. I stepped between them and gave her my most thoughtful, interested expression.
“Hailey, do you still write?” I asked as we started walking deeper into the park.
It was growing darker and the moon was creeping higher, and people were setting up smaller campfires all around the park. As we walked through the growing darkness of the evening, the light of all those campfires made her porcelain skin seem to glow as she looked over at me.
“Yeah, sometimes, actually” she said, a smile creeping across her face. “I can't believe you remembered that. What about you? Are you still writing?”
“Quinn? A writer? He's lucky if he can write his own name, most days,” Ben said, swooping in on the other side of her, sharing a laugh with Cason at my expense – no doubt, trying to make himself look better.
I ignored them, choosing to avoid getting into a ragfest with them and focus on Hailey instead. If I wanted to make headway with her, that was the way to do it – not getting down into the gutter with my brothers.
“Yeah, sometimes,” I said. “When I get time, you know? My brothers work me pretty hard, so I don't have nearly as much time as I'd like.”
“Sometimes?” Cason said, chuckling. “Writing? Seriously, bro, stop lyin'. The last time you actually wrote something was probably back in high school.”
“Nah,” I said, rolling my eyes, trying not to let their taunting get to me. I was in it to win it, and I wasn't about to let my brother's attempted cockblocking get in the way. “You guys just wouldn't understand. There's things about me you don't know.”
Hailey came to my defense and piped up. “I remember that poem you wrote – about the first time you saw the ocean. It was beautiful.”
“And was probably plagiarized from a greeting card or something,” Ben scoffed, drawing a peal of laughter from Cason. “So Hailey, what do you do now that you're back home?”
She turned her attention to Ben before looking away quickly, that strained, awkward look back upon her face. She stared off into the trees for a bit, not speaking to any of us. I almost wanted to say something to break up the silence, but before I could, she looked back at me, a small smile on her face.
“Currently? Nothing,” she said. “I'm still looking for work.”
“Well, what did you do? Back in California?” Ben said, stepping on my toes. “Maybe I can help you find something local just to get you back into the swing of things.”
“I did a lot of different things,” she said. “Waited tables for a while, worked as an executive assistant, did a few commercials –”
Cason jumped in at that point. “Wow,” he said in that fake interested tone of voice of his. “You were an actress?”
“I wanted to be for a while, yeah,” she said. “But it never really panned out.”
We were approaching the group of people milling around the bonfire, and I was frustrated by the fact that my brothers kept getting in my way of talking to her. Hailey looked nervously at the crowd, the expression on her face saying she wasn't sure she should be there. She bit her lower lip as she pulled her hoodie tighter around her petite, but curvy body.
“Tough industry,” Cason said. “But you're still young, you never know what might happen.”
“No, I'm pretty sure I won't be acting anymore,” she said, her tone a little harsh as she spoke about it.
“Why's that?” I asked, speaking softly as I gazed over at her.
With her hair falling around her face, she really was beautiful – even though she tried to hide herself away in that damn hoodie. She did that back in high school too.
“I'd rather not talk about,” she said.
She stood there, staring at the people, looking like she felt as if she didn't belong. I could tell she really didn't want to be there.