“We’ve all made bad decisions a time or two. Doesn’t make you a bad person.”
My gaze cut to my mother’s. I didn’t know why, but the warm look on her face at Deb’s words made me realize that she didn’t think I was a bad person. I never thought I was. IknewI wasn’t. I did shit to spite them because, in my mind, they only cared about their golden child, Brandon. Hell, Brandon and his best friend, Jason, were in the process of opening a gym in Austin, and I was getting pulled over for drinking and driving instead of going to A&M and following the standard Montgomery way.
“All right, Blake, help me with the bags,” Dad stated.
I turned to do just that as my mother and Deb started to walk into the house. With a quick glance their way, my gaze was fixated on Deb’s ass. It was perfect for me to grab.
“Earth to Blake.”
I blinked and looked at my dad. “What?”
“I said to grab your two bags.”
“Right.”
I grabbed my bags and then went in the direction of where my mom and Deb had walked into the house. When I got inside, I assumed it was going to be dark with wood panels and deer heads everywhere. Instead, it was bright and had floor to ceiling windows in the living room that overlooked a giant swimming pool that also had a waterfall. How in the world did I get this lucky? I was at a fucking resort or some shit.
I stood there, staring out at the water that was calling my name and not caring about the rest of the house. That was until Deb said my name.
“Blake, let me show you to your room.”
I flashed my Montgomery smile. “Lead the way.”
We walked down a hallway until we came to a door. “Here you are. If you need anything, my room is this one.” Deb hooked her thumb toward a room across the hall.
“Thanks,” I said and stepped into my new digs. It wasn’t really much to write home about. It had a bed that I thought was a queen size, a TV hung on the wall to the left of the bed, and the room had a view of what I assumed was the barn because it was red and shaped like one. It also overlooked trees that I presumed was the apple orchard.
“If you want to set your bags down, then you can come with me to show your parents where their room is.”
“Come with you?” I asked the question because I didn’t realize we had to go anywhere other than a room across the hall or something.
“My niece is staying in the other spare room,” Deb pointed at a closed door, “so your parents are staying in the guest house.”
“Is your niece here?” I set my bags on the bed and then turned toward her.
“She’s actually out with friends right now. She should come home in a few hours.”
I nodded and followed Deb down the hall as I wondered how old her niece was and if she was hot like her aunt. I was about to spend my summer in a house with two women and images of girl on girl porn filled my mind. Fuck. Yeah.
We walked through a kitchen that was open and had two islands with seats at each and large floor to ceiling windows that overlooked nothing but trees. In the same room was a sitting area where my parents were waiting.
“You have the next two months to look around,” Deb said, “but this is the kitchen, and the fridge is fully stocked.”
“Perfect.”
I didn’t know why, but I grabbed my parents’ bag before they stood. Maybe it was because I wanted to impress Deb and show her I was a man and not some fuck up. Perhaps I was growing up? I was eighteen after all.
We walked out of a laundry room and into a three-car garage. Sitting in the driveway was a golf cart. The guest house at my home was in our backyard across from our pool that separated the two buildings, so we didn’t need to drive anywhere, but apparently, in paradise, you did.
Deb drove us down the dirt road for a few minutes until we came to a house that sat on the lake. “We—I mean, I—rent this out to people who don’t want to stay in San Antonio for vacation. Also, the apple festival in town each year is a big attraction.”
Right, apples. That was why I was here.
“Your property is amazing,” Mom gushed as we got out of the cart.
“It really is,” Dad agreed. “Our home is nice, but this takes the cake.”
“Jeff and I were lucky enough to build our dream home. Took a lot of hard work, hours, and men, but we pulled it off. Even built this lake.”
