"Lying to each other's faces."
Jett coughs to hide his chuckle. "I think Thorne is still way, wayyyyy in denial."
"Okay." Moose shrugs. "Whatever's clever."
I stretch, refusing to think too hard about what they are implying "Does anyone want another beer?"
"Nah. I'm good," Moose says.
"Same," Jett replies.
I turn and look for Mollie again while I amble toward the cooler on the dock. Looking around for a shock of blue hair, I realize that Indie has vanished. But I spot Mollie, twenty yards away from the dock, down the shore.
And she's alone with that fuckface Brad again. God damn it. As I watch, he opens another White Claw for her. And she leans in to accept it, smiling up at him, her expression almost impish. Then I see her stumble a bit and laugh at herself.
A bolt of anger runs through me. I wasn’t paying enough attention to Mollie and now she’s so tipsy she can’t walk?
Did she get tipsy while I was playing horseshoes? It was only about an hour. As I stalk closer though, she trips over her own feet. Brad reaches out, steadying her, and leans down to whisper something in her ear. His expression is an outright leer.
Mollie's smile falls away, and she looks up at him with consternation. "But I don't want to!"
I was already halfway running, but at that I start to sprint. Brad glances back and sees me coming. His face pales.
I must look like an avenging angel.
"Mollie." I snag her attention and tug her to me. "You need an escort back to your cabin?"
Mollie swallows, looking at Brad. "Uhh..."
"She's fine. Right, honey?"
I take a step toward him, ready to throw down. "You don't speak for her."
He rolls his eyes. "What are you, her big brother?"
"I'm right here," Mollie says, irritable. "You don't have to talk about me as if I’m dead."
Then she hiccups.
"Come on. Let's go," I urge her, putting my hand on the small of her back and steering her. "You had fun today, huh?"
“Brad gave me some tequila,” she giggles.
I’ll just bet he did, the motherfucker.
"Hey!" Brad shouts. He’s pretty drunk, too. “Get your own girl. This one's mine."
He steps forward and grabs Mollie's arm, tugging her back to him. The second he touches her, something comes over me. One second, he's a few feet away, yanking her arm. The next minute, he’s down on the ground with his nose spouting blood and I'm being pulled off him.
"Break it up!" Jett yells in my ear.
I raise my hands, and allow him to pull me away from the second baseman.
"You fucking psycho!" Brad accuses as he hauls himself up from the ground. "God, you might have broken my nose!"
I shrug and try not to grin. "Sucks to suck."
Jett walks to where Mollie stands a few feet away, her eyes wide. "You cool?" he asks me.
