Spiked Lemonade: A Bad Boy Sailor and a Good Girl Romantic Comedy Standalone (37 page)

“I want to say I couldn’t be better, and I couldn’t say that until this very second, but right now, I’ve haven’t ever been fucking better.” His finger slides under my chin, and he lifts my face to look up at his chiseled, clean jaw. I’ve never seen his jaw. I haven’t seen half of his face with the scruff he had. He’s gorgeous. More than gorgeous. He’s taking my breath away.

He smiles his crooked smile and leans down slowly, so slowly it hurts. It feels like it takes forever for his lips to touch mine and when they do, I swear I see flowers, rainbows, cupcakes, and puppies.
That’s a thing. Now I know
.

His lips move softly against mine, but his grip tightens around my waist as he pulls me in tightly against his rock-hard body. Holy crap, how much has this man worked out this year. His arms feel like steel as they crush me.

I didn’t realize we were walking, but we somehow ended up in the middle of a makeshift dance floor that I didn’t create this time. We’re dancing and the song playing around us is “Lady in Red” by Chris De Burgh. I remember what I’m wearing, what Cali laid out for me.
What Cali planned
. She did all of this. I know it. I’ll make sure to
thank
her later.

“
This beautiful girl by my side. I could never forget…the way you look in that dress tonight
,” Jags whispers into my ear. “
I never could forget…the way you’re lookin’ at me tonight
.”

I press up on my toes, bringing my lips close to his ear as the song ends. “I love you,” I whisper.

He pushes me away a little again and looks into my eyes. “I knew if you thought about saying that to me last year, I wouldn’t want to hear it until this very minute because now I know you mean it. I knew waiting for you would be worth it.”

We spend the next, I don’t even know how many minutes, dancing slow to fast songs, and I’m falling a little harder for this man who I missed more than I thought a person could be missed.

“So,” he says, grinning down at me.

“So,” I reply.

“I’m glad you came early.”

“Me too,” I tell him.

“If you had waited two more weeks, I would have shown up with flowers at your front door in Boston.”

I look up at him, waiting for more of an explanation. I don’t understand.

“I’m ah…I’m getting transferred to Rhode Island in a few weeks.” Such a simple statement for something insanely crazy to comprehend. “And I’m pretty sure that’s a little closer to Boston than Texas is. Right?” His expression is serious and his embrace tightens.
And this is for real
.

“Wait, what? And why are you dressed like that?” I got so swept up in this moment, I forgot to ask this pretty important and scary question.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” he says.

I’m trying not to freak out but I’m so baffled. “Okay…”

“Well, I know you talked to Bambi today, and she told you I was at the hospital. The reason for that was because I was working my shift there.”

“I don’t understand—” His shift. Is he…?

“I re-enlisted…but I won’t be deployed or anything. I’m going to remain a corpsman stateside, and there happens to be a clinic in Newport, Rhode Island, where they have a slot for me.”

“You’re moving to Rhode Island?” I ask, needing to hear him spell it out.

“Yeah, and I know I said all that bullshit about giving you your space to find yourself and shit but, damn girl, you’ve found yourself. At least I think you have. And I told you when you found yourself, I’d be there waiting. So, here I am.”

“Well, technically…here I am,” I laugh. “Wow. I don’t know what to say…” Mainly because I have so many questions. “So, what about Greta? You’re going to leave her? I figured…she knows your real name and…”
you told me you haven’t ever told anyone but me.
I know I shouldn’t be concerned about that, but I need to know.

“She knows my name because I pay her rent by a check every month. The banks frown upon call-signs being used as a birth name so she had to know,” he says through soft laughter. I feel silly for thinking anything else, and it’s a perfectly understandable reason. “Anyway, Bambi has a long road ahead of her with her niece, and I think they need to work that out on their own. I know you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, but Greta’s even dating some dude she met at the shop, so it’s most definitely time for me to move on out.” This is like music to my ears.

“That’s so great. I’m so happy to hear that.”

“Oh give me a break…you’re just relieved to hear I’m not sleeping with her,” he says, pinching my cheek. “I know you, doll-face, whether you like it or not. I knew what you were thinking all year. I wouldn’t do that to you, just for your information.” But we weren’t together. He had no obligations to keep my feelings from being hurt.
I did the same for him, though.

All I can do is smile up at his beautiful face and thank him silently for waiting for me.

“I was thinking…if you are, in fact, done with finding yourself, which you have neither confirmed nor denied yet, we could possibly…maybe…kind of rent an apartment in Providence since that’s in between Boston and Newport. Or whenever your lease is up with your current place. But if I’m assuming too much, and you don’t want this, or you have some hot Bostonian waiting for you at home, I totally get it.” He runs out of breath through his words, as if he’s nervous to ask or say any of this, and while I’m not responding, I’m loving every word that is coming from his mouth. “If it’s just too soon, I get that too, and I can get my own place. Just throwing it out there for you to think about.” Rushing it…the thought makes me laugh. This is all I’ve wanted all year. It’s why I had to fly home early. To wake up next to this man every morning, in his tight grip, it’s all I want.

“My mom has been living with me…so she could find herself too. She found herself a new man, so I’ve been living with
that
, and I think moving on to the next city with you would be the best thing for all parties involved. Especially me.”

“Then that’s that,” he says.

“We’re doing this?” I question again.

“Yes, we’re really doing it. But first…”

The next song blasts between narrow walls in the bar and Jags starts belting words out at the top of his lungs, “
Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down.
”
Never Gonna Give You Up
by Rick Astley, the perfect interruption to our life-changing decision.

“
I’m not too kind to see…
” I tell him.

“
I’m never going to say to try…
” he tells me.

“
I’m never going to make you go down…
” I continue.

“Did you just kind of Rick Roll each other with screwed-up lyrics?” Tango butts in. “You two are the lamest people I’ve ever met in my entire life, and this is exactly why I knew you belonged together from the moment you both met.” Tango slaps his hands down over both of our shoulders and pulls us both in for a hug.

With a beer in his hand, he holds it up to his lips. “Man, this is for us,” Tango says in a deep voice.

The next song comes on from Bon Jovi—
You Give Love a Bad Name
, and I already know where this is going. Not surprised in the least.

I give the two of them a little space because I’m not drunk enough to be a part of this, and I need to sit back and just watch this show happen. Everyone’s attention is turned to them, and this is just amazing. Do they do this often?

“
Shot through my heart…and you girls are to blame!
” Jags shouts with his eyes clenched shut and his head thrown back.

“
Ladies, you give love some bad names
,” Tango follows in a deep, raspy voice with his eyes wide as a leans forward into his make-shift mic.

“
No one can even save me…
” Jags follows, already sounding breathless. “Except Miss Piggy.” He looks over and winks at me.
Mortified!

“
The damage has been done
,” Tango shouts, pointing over to Cali and me.

We’re laughing, and the entire bar joins in singing along with these two goofs.

Maybe I found myself this last year, but this is where I belong, whether in Texas, Massachusetts, or Rhode Island. It’s not the place that’s defining who I am. It’s the people I’m with.

Cali stands up beside me and hands me a small shooter of what I think is Jack, then clinks her glass against mine. “To our two wild and crazy guys.”

“Cheers,” I tell her, downing the shot with one swig.

Jags notices my shot-shooting action and stops singing to join me. “That whisky, your mouth…that’s hot. So dirty,” he growls softly. “I told you beauty came with a dirty mouth.”

His words make me laugh a little, and I place my shot glass down on the bar behind me. “You think whisky makes my mouth dirty?” I ask him pointedly. “Because…I kind of think you’re fucking right. This shit can make a cock start talking.”

Jags’s jaw falls open, and he clutches his hand over his chest. “Holy crap, girl. Now this
is
true love, and you are officially a hot-looking glass of spiked lemonade.”

A FUCKING AWESOME YEAR LATER

JAGS

I SAW SO
much shit fighting in wars, peeling limbs off the ground, and covering dead bodies with tarps, that I thought the meaning of helping people was giving them the proper time-of-death readings. It turns out there’s more to a medic’s job than just death and crap. Working with these folks in Newport has given me a new outlook. I got to help people when they were at their worst when they didn’t know if there would be a tomorrow. Here, I get to see their tomorrows and their futures unraveling more than I see the endings. My help is making a difference, and it’s what I wanted to do with my life.

Cars were bred into me by Pops, and while I still love getting my hands dirty with those women, this is where I belong. It took a lot of blood, guts, and a beautiful blonde Southern belle type of woman to prove that.

Sasha switched jobs a few months back. She’s now working as a manager for one of the top-rated restaurants on the water here in Newport. I’ve even learned to wear a polo shirt correctly, and it’s not so bad, I guess.

We spend our nights sitting on our deck over the water, sipping on our favorite drink, Jack and lemonade. Who would have known the two mix together so well?

I like to think we met somewhere in the middle of our crazy lives. I’ve toned it down, or shaved, I guess…and she’s spiced things up and says fuck, cock, and shithead sometimes. It’s hot. It’s our foreplay. She even got a tattoo on her ass.

“Jags,” she says, nudging me with her toe as we relax on our deck chairs. “Are you daydreaming about that tattoo again?”

I laugh. “How did you know?”

“You lick your lips and get this stupid grin every time you ask me about it.”

“Wow,” I laugh. “Didn’t realize I was so transparent. So, what do you say?”

“I’m still not getting it,” she says, grinning as she takes another sip of her drink. “Because…I already got it.”

“Say what?” I jerk upright. “What are you saying to me, doll-face?”

Sasha places her drink down on the side table and stands up to face me. Her leg lifts and straddles over my lap as she loosens the strap of her skimpy tank top, letting it fall from her shoulder. With a small tug on the neckline of her shirt, she exposes a small tattoo of a glass of lemonade. “I didn’t want to forget who I was or where I came from.”

“So should I get a bottle of Jack inked on me?” I ask, admiring the artwork and the part of her tit she’s exposing.

“Jags…” she says with a raised brow. Lifting my shirt up to my rib, she presses her finger down on a spot. “You already have a bottle of Jack tattooed right here.”

I laugh because I honestly forgot. I guess maybe there’s a chance I have too many tattoos.

With my arms wrapped around her neck, I pull her into me, knowing I won’t ever get tired of this. “I hate that we missed out on a year, but I wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world,” I tell her.

She places her head on my shoulder and traces her fingers up the side of my face, along the clean shaven skin I’m still getting used to. “We never would have ended up here, like this, if we didn’t have that year apart. We found ourselves within each other. I think that’s a pretty perfect ending.”

“Is it like a happy ending?” I can’t help but ask. “And I love that I found myself within you…trust me.”

“A happy ending? We can make it that way,” she grins against my lips.

“
I’m so excited, I just can’t hideeeee it
,” I sing to her, knowing I don’t need to spell it out. She knows I can’t hide it. She can feel it.

In her heart, I mean.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

The End

• 2 shots of Jack Daniels
  

  
• 1/2 shot of coconut rum
  

  
• 1 cup of lemonade
  

  
• 1 splash of vanilla schnapps
  

  
• 1 splash lemon juice or cranberry juice
  

  
• 5-7 mint leaves, muddled
  

  
• 1 sprinkle of nutmeg
  ,
  for garnish (optional)
  

  
• cherry, for garnish (optional)