I look between him, Will, and Lizzy. “Yes.”
“Fuck off.” He flips his hands in the air. “Emmett, do you think the same?”
He looks at us, tilting his chin down with an expression that says he very much does not agree with me.
“He thinks it’s because we’re at the beach,” I speak for him.
“A very sound and logical explanation. Much more logical than it’s raining because I verbally invited our mother.”
“Mother Nature works in mysterious ways. You ever drive down a road and have lots of animals darting out in front of you and then, after the sixth time, you think maybe you should slow down and then BOOM!” Lizzy claps. “A copper is sitting tucked under a bridge.” She points rapidly, “Or you’re driving along and you think you see a siren flashing so you slow down, for there not be one and then moments later, BOOM!” She claps again, “a copper is sitting tucked under a bridge.”
“Sounds like you need to slow down or assume there’s going to be a cop under every bridge you pass,” Beckett chuckles.
“Not the point B. All I’m saying is that things happen.”
“You’re crazy.” He shakes his hands in the air.
“Probably. But that one time you ignore the animals in the road or the imaginary lights, you’re going to get a speeding ticket.”
“Or if, you know, this is a crazy idea, went the speed limit, you wouldn’t get a ticket.”
“Who does that? They are mere suggestions. They should really change them from speed limits to speed ranges. Like you can drive anywhere between thirty-five and fifty miles per hour on this road.”
“I’m done with this conversation.”
“I’m surprised you let it go on as long as you did,” Jax says, popping up from the couch.
“Have you been there the whole time?” I look from him to Emmett.
“Yep,” he says, laying back down.
Well, thank fuck I didn’t say anything about Jax to Emmett.
CALLUM - NEVER TELL A WOMAN TO CALM DOWN
Dinnertonightwasfantastic.Everlee was quiet through most of it, with her face twisted with worry. When I asked Jax about it, he said it was something about Beckett inviting their mother to the beach house for the week… which yea, was pretty dumb, but in his defense and with everything I’ve heard about their mother… she doesn’t leave her house. Especially without her husband. I think Beckett was just trying to be supportive and I can’t blame him for that.
We spent the first fifteen minutes of dinner trying to calm her down. At one point, Beckett literally told her to calm down and I’m fairly certain that was the worst mistake he could have ever made. Had Knox not grabbed the bowl of fruit from in front of her, I’m pretty sure it would have been emptied on his lap.
After dinner, it was still raining, much to everyone’s dismay, so that put a damper on outdoor activities.
Beckett and Will still got in the hot tub and Lizzy and Tony played a game or three of shuffleboard in the game room. When Everlee first mentioned this trip to us, I was concerned because I didn’t want it to be the kind where we all have to agree on something and then do it together. This was nice, though. We all sort of do our own thing and we can invite others along if they want to. I do enjoy the group dinners though. It was nice to hear about everyone’s day.
Most of it was spent together, but Will and Beckett took a walk in the afternoon during low tide and walked to the end of the island, where it meets up with another across a small inlet and saw dolphins feeding on the beaches. They said the dolphins were circling fish, then would push them up on the strand and leap out of the water to eat. We looked it up, and it’s called strand feeding. Everlee’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, so we’re all going to head that way tomorrow afternoon to see the dolphins.
With everyone doing their own thing tonight, the guys and I decide to head back to the room to rearrange it a little more. We had taken the second king mattress out of the other room and brought it in here, but it’s really cramped with the dresser. Since we have the other room designated as our closet, we decided this morning to shift the dresser and corner chairs into our room’s walk-in closet. Emmett had the brilliant idea of taking a picture of the room beforehand so we can put everything back where it belongs. I’d hate to get a fine for moving furniture around.
Thirty minutes later, Everlee is walking into our room just as we’re putting the final touches on it. Well, final as it can be. We have two large-ass mattresses taking up a majority of the floor space, but moving the dresser allowed us to run the mattresses down the left side of the room in front of the closet and window, allowing a small walkway to the bathroom on the right. We put all the pillows from both rooms along the wall to make a row of pillows. It’s not the circle bed that we usually sleep on, but there isn’t enough space for all of that.
“Lookin’ good guys,” she says, pouncing onto the bed.
“I hope you’re talking about us and not the bed,” Jax says.
She puckers her lips and taps her chin.
“You seem to be in a better mood.” Jax slips his shirt off and tosses it to the corner of the room behind the door.
“I am. Well, kind of. I’m trying not to freak out. It’s been several hours since he talked to her, so tomorrow will be the tell-tell day.”
