“You really like him?” His face twisted.
“Yes, I do. So be sweet!” I grabbed his arm and started walking back to everyone else, “It’s Friday so there will be a party at Chase’s house tonight. If you can get back on everyone’s good side, you all can come over and crash after.”
He stopped walking, “Yeah, what’s up with that guy anyway? To be honest, I would have thought he was your boyfriend, the way he looked was like he wanted to kill me.”
I laughed, “Honestly, I have no idea. You and Brandon are both wondering that. But he means well, I promise.”
Carter mumbled something under his breath, but I was already rushing over to my boyfriend so I didn’t hear him. Brandon stood when he saw me coming over and caught me in his arms, smiling against my mouth when I kissed him soundly.
“Everything okay?” He whispered in my ear before setting my feet on the ground.
“Yes, I’m really sorry, he isn’t usually like that.”
Brandon looked behind me and shook someone’s hand.
“Sorry man.” Carter said, “She just means a lot to me.”
“I understand that.” Brandon said as he stared in my eyes, warming my heart. “Come on, Harper made lunch for everyone, you and your guys are more than welcome to it.”
I smiled against Brandon’s chest. Even after Carter had been an ass, he was still being incredibly polite to him. We all sat down to eat, and stayed at the beach for another few hours. Everyone but Chase seemed to forgive Carter for the way he’d been when he first showed up. Even Brandon was laughing and joking with him as he invited them all back to the house for the party that night.
***
“Carter!” I yelled and ran over to hug him after slamming back another shot. This was the third Friday in a row he’d come to Chase’s house with some of the guys from his new unit.
He hugged me tightly and shook Brandon’s hand, “Sorry we’re late, it took forever to get off base.”
“Just glad you’re here now.”
Carter’s answering smile was warm and slow, and kind of confusing. “Me too.” His words were lost in the loud music, but it was obvious what he was saying. His arm was still around me, and I slid out of it, wrapping my arms around Brandon’s waist.
“Let’s get you a drink.” Brandon said as he led the way to the kitchen.
After we all had a beer in hand, Brandon gave me a weird look when we tried for the third time to start a conversation with Carter, and he just stared straight ahead. Chase walked through the kitchen, on his way to work I’m sure, and when he saw Carter his face fell as he pushed through him to leave. Carter glanced at him and drained his beer. It wasn’t weird for Chase to be rude, as far as I knew he still had yet to say anything to Carter. But usually Carter would make a snide remark to him, not just stand there and take it.
“Are you okay?” I asked, placing a hand on Carter’s arm.
He glanced to Brandon, then back to me, “I’m perfect, why?”
“You’re being really quiet.”
“I don’t have to keep you company every time I’m here, do I? As far as I’m concerned, that’s your boyfriend’s job.”
“Hey,” Brandon pulled me closer to his chest, “she’s just worried about you man. You don’t have to be an ass.”
Carter laughed humorlessly, “She doesn’t have a reason to be worried.”
“Look,” I leaned into Carter so I could speak in his ear, “obviously you’ve had a bad day, or week, and I’m sorry. But you need to have another drink, relax, and go find a girl or something.”
“I’ll be sure to do just that.” He grabbed another beer out of the fridge and left the kitchen.
Brandon kissed my neck, “Just let him go, he needs to chill for a bit.”
I nodded and tilted my head to give him better access, “I don’t know what his deal is, he’s been so different since he came to California.”
“Maybe he’s having a hard time getting used to his new unit.”