Taking Chances (Taking Chances #1)

“Well there you go!”


I looked at Bree confused, “There I go, what?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, “I bet he likes you, and now that you’re obviously interested in other guys, he’s pulling away from you.”

“Nice try.” I laughed and sat up to take my shirt off, leaving me in only my tiny shorts and bikini top. “I’ve told you, it wasn’t like that between me and Carter. He dated a lot of girls while I knew him. It just hurts that he’s being distant. I mean we went from seeing and talking to each other every day, to this. I feel like I lost my best friend.”

Bree looked at me like I wasn’t getting it.

“Would you ever date Brad?”

“God no!” She said a little disgusted, “He’s like a brother to me.”

“Exactly. Carter and I were exactly how you are with Brad.”

She flipped onto her back, “Oh…well then I don’t know what to tell you. Just ask him next time you talk.”

“Hey babe!”

I turned to look at Brandon and smiled, “Hi! We thought we’d hang out for the day.”

He grabbed one of the towels and bent down to kiss me, “Should I thank Bree for this one too?” He trailed a finger along the fabric of the top. I nodded and he kissed me again, pressing his wet body to mine. If it hadn’t been for the rest of the guys coming back and talking loud, I would have forgotten we weren’t alone in his bed.

“Brandon,” Konrad walked over to us, “come help me get the coolers out of Bree’s car.”

“Coolers?” Brandon looked at me, his head tilted to the side.

“I brought lots of food for you guys, figured you’d be hungry after surfing.”

He kissed me soundly before jumping to his feet, “You’re pretty perfect Harper.”

My heart beat wildly as I watched him walk toward the car. My phone rang when they were headed back.

“Carter!”

“How’s my girl?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well speak of the damn devil.” Bree muttered next to me.

“I’m good. I feel like we haven’t talked in a long time. Is everything okay?”

“It’s better than okay now.” He said mischievously.

“Really?” I smiled at Brandon as he sat down next to me. “And why is that?”

“I’m at the beach with some of the guys.”

I really had to focus on what he was saying, I was currently getting lost in Brandon’s brown eyes, “The beach huh? Glad you guys got out early for the weekend. Tell them I said hi.”

“I don’t think you know these guys, but I’ll be sure to pass along the message. So how’s your beach?”

I bit my lip as I looked at Brandon, “Amazing. Yours?”

“It’s got the best view. You know, I bet if I yelled loud enough, you could hear me from here.”

I laughed, “You’re so dumb.”

“No really…put down the phone and I’ll yell. You can tell me if you hear me or not.” He waited a few seconds, “Come on Harper, I said put the phone down.”

Rolling my eyes I conceded, “Fine, fine. Phone’s going down.” I put it down on the blanket and started to lean over to kiss Brandon when I heard someone yell.

“BLAZE!”

I sat back quickly. That definitely hadn’t come from the speaker of the phone. Grabbing it, I brought it to my ear, “What the hell?”

“Shall we try that again?” A few seconds later I heard a distant voice yell Blaze again.

Glancing at my phone I realized he’d ended the call and I turned to look behind Bree.

“You okay Harper?” Brandon asked.

“Did you hear someone yell ‘Blaze’?”

“Yeah,” he nodded to something behind me, “the guy back there did.”

I turned around and gasped. “Oh my God, Carter!” I sprang to my feet, already in a run. I crashed into Carter, hugging him tightly, “What are you doing here?!”

“Damn Blaze. Where’s my Harper and what have you done with her?”

I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest, “Uh, yeah. I guess I look a little different.”

He ran a finger near the piercing on my lip, “A little.” He smiled and hugged me to him again. “I missed you Blaze.”

“I missed you too.” I said into his chest, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were coming. I would have been at the airport to get you.”

“Well that wouldn’t have been half as fun as your reaction just now.”

I leaned back to smile at him. He was tall too, not like Chase or Brandon, but close to six feet. His black hair was in the traditional fade the Marine’s had and his brown eyes were bright. “How long do you get to be here for?”

He smiled wide and opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off.

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