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I don’t know what her drinking tolerance is, but that mug is not a normal size.
Patty:Lol. That’s how it’s served out here.
Me:Be careful. You don’t want to get drunk on your own.
Patty:Aw, Evan, are you worried about me?
Me:Are you drunk already?
Patty:Maybe. I need to have fun somehow.
She sends me more pics of her downing her beer. I also get some cleavage in one of the shots.
I have to blink twice and calm myself down because she’s causing a reaction in my body I’m not supposed to be having.
She’s my coach’s daughter. She’s my coach’s daughter. I have my eyes squeezed shut when I feel a shadow in front of me.
“You okay, man?” Matt asks standing in front of me in a pair of board shorts and a tank top.
Shit.
“Me? Yeah, I’m great, why?” I mumble, hoping he didn’t hear my rant just now. That’s all I need is for the guys to think I have the hots for Coach’s daughter.
“I don’t know. You were sitting here with your eyes shut mumbling shit,” he says like I’m a nutcase.
“Nah, I’m meditating,” I lie.
I look at my phone.
“Who are you texting? Or sexting?” He smirks.
I quickly turn my phone over, not wanting him to see Patty’s name. The guys would be on my case about her, and there’s nothing to worry about because we’re just friends.
“Just my mom,” I mutter. “She lives here in Florida. I was making a plan to see her.” Another lie. Mom is too busy. I’m lucky to get a call at Christmas. She used to make more of an effort to see me on occasion, but I learned it was because she wanted to make sure I made it to the NHL. Like when I broke my arm senior year of college, and she came all the way out to Westfall to make sure I was okay. She really wanted to make sure I didn’t have a career-ending injury. Since I’ve been playing professionally, I have an automatic payment set up at the bank to send her money each month, and I don’t even hear from her. Sometimes I want to stop the payments but then I figure she did pay for all my hockey programs and equipment all those years, so I do owe her.
Saying that causes him to lose interest in my phone.
“Ima go for a swim,” he says, and he takes off his shirt and walks toward the water.
I pick up my phone.
Me:Are you still there?
I send Patty a text. I’m worried about her being intoxicated and in a bar on her own in a strange country.
I get a pic of the beer she was drinking. The mug is now empty.
I swear under my breath.
I call her.
“Hello,” she answers after one ring.
“Hi, I’m staying on the phone with you until you get back to the bed-and-breakfast,” I demand, but it’s for her own good.
“Evan, is that you? Why are you calling me?” Her voice sounds muffled, and she slurs.
“I’m worried about you walking back to your hotel by yourself while you’re drunk. Do you even know where you’re going?” I ask.
