Here it is!! The final teaser from Down 'N' Derby.
I held my book up in front of me stupidly pretending to read while he
returned to his towel and instead of drying himself off, he shook his head of
the excess salt water and then plopped down, droplets of water still clinging
to him. And I could tell he wasn’t
purposefully trying to attract anyone, it was just who he was. I couldn’t image my response if he was actually
trying. I might turn the sand beneath me
to glass.
Someone ungracefully
landed next to me and I rolled my eyes, prepping myself for the onslaught of
flirting. I wasn’t vain but I was a
model for crying out loud. I wasn’t
ugly. But damn, I just wasn’t that
gorgeous. I couldn’t even lay on the
beach without being hit on. Sometimes I
thought maybe the more covering vintage bikinis would be a turn off, that they
would go for the more scantily clad chicks.
But no, not the case.
“You’ve got that pin-up
girl thing going, that’s hot.” I hated to be rude but sometimes the situation
called for it.
I called on my smart ass
tone to help me, “And you’ve got that I’ve just plopped my ass down where it
doesn’t belong thing going.” And I couldn’t
see him because I was staring down Idiot Head, but I swore I heard a chuckle
from Suntan’s direction.
“You don’t have to be
mean, Pork Chop.” At the nickname Pork Chop, I looked around seriously scanning
the trees and cars for a hidden camera. This
was some Punk’d shit for sure. Who in
their right mind called a girl Pork Chop?
“Um, I’m not a cut of pork
and you need to move while you still have your nuts intact.”
He laughed a little but
was relentless. “That’s ok, why don’t we
go some place where we can see how skilled you are and give you a better
nickname.
“Or, you can leave me the
hell alone and find some airhead who likes your butcher talk.”
He got up after that but
turned around after a few steps later and gave me one last piece of his pitiful
mind. “You’re cute all right, but damn, what a wench.”
I was prepared to shrug
him off. I was usually called the ice
queen or frosty by guys and this was just one more instance where I could care
less what he thought of me. But Suntan
had a different plan. He stood up as the
pig was passing and said something in a voice so low and deep that I couldn’t
hear the words. But whatever it was Pig
didn’t like it one bit. He shoved Suntan
back a few steps and I could tell he let that happen. If he wanted to, he wouldn’t have moved one
inch. The other guy with him now stood
up behind him, jeering him on. “Kick his
ass Maddox.”
“Don’t touch me again and
you should apologize to the lady. Where
I come from we don’t call women that name—ever.”
The guy laughed and got
closer to him, “I’ll talk to her any way I want to. This isn’t Hickville, this is California.”
Before I knew what was
happening, Maddox, I now knew his name, swung the guy around, bolted him in a
headlock and they were both storming towards me. I could feel my eyes grow to the size of
silver dollars. What was he doing?
He made the guy come to a
stop in front of me and then clipped the back of his knees with his foot which
made Pig kneel in front of me. “I asked nicely,” Maddox said to him through
clenched teeth, “Now I’m asking not nicely, apologize to the lady before you
pass out.” He mumbled a sorry and I
accepted, I think. I was so shocked I
could hardly speak.
“Not good enough,
asshole. Apologize.”
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