Thankfully.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as she leans over, kissing him fully on the lips. “I’m sorry your brother is a dick. You’re great though.”
He smacks her ass before pulling her in tight. “Not my problem, those two. But you were great last night and this morning.”
“Aw,” she says, cupping his face. “I just want to bottle you up and carry you around.”
“He gets an aw for having a one-night stand, and I try to be a gentleman and get a bruised jaw,” I mutter to Jude, which causes him chuckle.
“Girls be nuts.”
“True that,” I say, rolling the puck off my blade, missing the crossbar but getting it in the net.
“Call me if you ever get to Nashville, okay?”
“For sure,” she agrees, pressing her lips to his once more. Since they are disgusting, I shoot the puck, hitting it off the side of the pipe. Jude taps me on the shin before taking the puck and shooting himself, getting it smack-dab in the middle. Delanie then says bye to Jude but flips me off as she walks away, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m not a bad dude,” I say out loud, more to myself than my brothers.
But both of them nod. “You’re not,” Jude says. “And I don’t admit that much.”
“What the hell happened? Baylor called, pulling Delanie out of bed. I had at least another two hours of nasty time.”
Sending him a look of little sympathy, I say, “Sorry for ruining that.”
“It’s fine. What happened?”
Letting out another breath, I lean on my stick and explain to my younger brother what happened. I really don’t think he cares, but when I finish, he shakes his head.
“Bitches be crazy, man, and she was hundred shades of it. I didn’t trust her from the beginning,” he says, reaching for a spare stick and grabbing a puck.
And that bugs me. “’Cause you don’t know her. She’s really great.”
“How can you say that when she punched you and called you out like she did? You don’t have daddy issues, and she’s lucky you even wanted to touch her.”
Shaking my head, I look up at the sky, drawing a breath in through my nose. “Because she was different. I deserved it.”
“How did you deserve it? You were trying to do right by her.”
Jude rolls his eyes. “Jace, were you listening? He didn’t tell her the truth; he covered it up because she was so mad. She wasn’t listening to reason. She was drunk.”
“Oh,” Jace says then with a shrug. “Well, who the fuck cares? You won’t ever see her again. No reason to let her ruin the rest of our vacation. Plenty of hot sexy bitches left.”
“Ah, to be young and not care one bit about anyone else’s feelings,” I mutter, receiving a glare from him.
“It isn’t that I don’t care, it’s that you are allowing her to have too much power over you. Her loss, man, let it go. Let’s go parasailing or something,” he says with a shrug.
But I don’t want to go parasailing. I want to make this better, but I’m not sure how. I’m actually half tempted to go by their house and see if I can see her. To apologize. But I doubt she’ll see me. She’d probably try to drown me in the ocean.
Shooting the puck, Jude says, “I’m sorry, dude. I know you really liked her.”
Looking over at Jude, I tap his shin. The manly hockey way of saying thanks and a billion other things. “Thanks.”
“Fuck, you two are my role models? Two crybabies?” Jace says then, visibly annoyed with us.
“Hey, fuck you, you little shit. We are great role models,” Jude says, standing up a little taller.
“In every aspect of life except girls.”