Nash (6 page)

“You look like crap.”

“Well, that’s accurate since I feel like crap.”

“It’s been a week. That’s as long as I’m putting up with this shit from you. Take a shower, go brush

your goddamn teeth, put some fucking pants on, and we’re going to see Phil. Enough, dude. Yeah, that was

a pretty nasty bomb you got dropped on you, but it doesn’t change the fact we all owe Phil more than we’re

ever going to be able to repay in one lifetime. So get over yourself and let’s go.”

I grunted up at him and peeled myself up off the greasy cardboard. Yeah, I was a winner. I rubbed my

hands over the shorn surface of my hair and waited for the room to stop tilting sideways. I didn’t know

what to say to the man who had raised me. I had walked into his hospital room that night, taken one look

into eyes that were the exact same color as mine, listened to him call me son in a voice that had no strength

behind it, and turned around and walked right back out. It was a cowardly move, not to mention insensitive

and shallow, but my head was spinning all around and I couldn’t find any solid ground to balance on. Phil

did deserve more than that from me no matter who exactly he was in my life now; he had always been there

for me, supported me when no one else would.

I shoved to my feet and promptly fell back on my ass. Rule reached out and put the hand that had the

cobra head and his name inked across the knuckles on my shoulder to steady me. He shook his head, his

spiky blue hair, making it sort of hard to take his look of reproach seriously.

“Just give me twenty.”

I would need that long to scrub the disgusting taste of stale booze and cigarette after cigarette out of my

mouth.

Saint wasn’t lying, I did taste like a barroom floor. That was an entirely different mess I needed to try

and clean up. I knew she only stopped by out of some kind of professional obligation, because she was

nice and kind, and obviously possessed a huge heart. I knew she wasn’t particularly fond of me, but she

had looked past her dislike and offered comfort and soft words when I needed them most, and in

repayment I had acted like a jackass. I needed to apologize and see if I could minimize some of the damage.

I wanted her to like me, wanted her to think I was an all right guy, and not just because I thought she was

the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. It went beyond her awesome hair, rocking body, and soft gray eyes.

I wanted her to like me because she had a way about her, a delicate kind of sweetness that I wanted to wrap

myself all up in. It didn’t make much sense, but nothing in my life right now did.

I had vague recollections of Saint from high school, still pretty but slightly heavier and desperately shy

to the point of it being painful. She was smart and in all the accelerated programs Brookside High had

offered, so our paths generally never crossed. There had been a point in time when I recalled our lockers

being side by side and I had tried to engage her, made it a point to smile and say hi, but beyond that we

moved in different circles and I don’t think she wanted to slum with the likes of me. Still I remembered her

hair and those eyes … even then the light gray was full of kindness and understanding. She wasn’t the kind

of chick my teenage self tried to get lucky with, mostly because she was out of my league intellectually and

even then radiated a class I didn’t understand. Rule and I had spent most of our teenage years screwing

anything that moved and partying in ways that the older versions of ourselves marveled at now. We were a

couple of unscrupulous horn balls, and girls like Saint Ford, then and now, were not the kind of girls that

wanted to get tangled up with guys like us.

Only to everyone’s amazement Rule had settled down, was getting married in a few weeks to a bona

fide society princess. She was just as smart, just as classy and beautiful as Saint, and she loved Rule with

everything she had. Shaw Landon was any guy’s dream girl and Rule was the lucky bastard who’d landed

her. Now he was going to make sure he got to keep her forever because he was putting a ring on her finger

and changing her last name to his.

After a scalding-hot shower that made my skin red and woke me up enough to get my feet under me, I

crawled into a pair of jeans and pulled a long-sleeved thermal over my head that had the logo of the tattoo

shop where Rule and I worked on the front of it. Catching sight of myself in the mirror over my dresser, I

had to wince. My face was covered in a week’s worth of stubble and my normally clear eyes were lined

with red veins. Despite my outward appearance I was generally a pretty mellow guy. I had learned to go

with the flow and take things as they came. I had to with a guy like Rule as my partner in crime. He had

enough attitude and a desire to stir shit up that I never needed to be “that guy”—the volatile, unpredictable

type. Plus when you put bold and bright tattoos on the sides of your head, people took it at face value that

you weren’t someone they wanted to mess with. However, right now the reflection staring back at me was

totally “that guy.” I looked angry, confused, ready to throw down for no reason, and behind it all I looked

sad … really really sad.

I sighed and pulled a plain black baseball hat on over my shaved head. I grabbed a hoodie and met Rule

back in the living room. He had thrown the discarded pizza boxes and Chinese food containers away and

tossed the empty bottles of Patrón I had lying around into the recycle bin. We had lived together for a long

time before he had bought a house and moved in with Shaw. He knew where everything was and just gave

me a “really” look when I shrugged.

“I was thirsty.”

“Obviously. Between you and Ayden, I should buy stock in Patrón.”

Ayden was Shaw’s best friend and the wife of another one of our childhood buddies. She was model

pretty, had legs that made men stupid, spoke with a light southern twang, and could drink most of us under

the table. Jet Keller was another one of my friends who’d found the quintessential dream girl and decided

to keep her until the end of time. It seemed to be happening to everyone around me lately.

Even Rome, Rule’s older brother and someone else I looked up to because of the kind of man he was,

had found his perfect match. I don’t know that anyone would consider Cora Lewis a dream girl. She was

too bossy, a little too mouthy, and a whole lot of stubborn packed into a small, colorful package, but Rome

seemed to think she was great. They were two very different people, but together they worked, so much so

that Cora was expecting their first baby sometime in March. Everyone I cared about was falling in love and

settling down. It made me happy but also made me nervous because I had seen what happened in the name

of love when someone made life-changing choices based on it. I was a child that had been cast aside by an

uncaring mother in the name of love.

We walked out the front door and I turned around to lock it behind me. The door across the hall opened

and the goddess that lived across the hall came strolling out with a gym bag in her hand. She was pretty,

really pretty, in an overly exaggerated way. Had I not had so much on my mind and still felt like such a

bastard for treating Saint like I did the night before, there was a good chance I would’ve been all over

welcoming her to the building in a much more personal and hands-on way. As it was, all I could do was

offer her a brief nod in greeting as her gaze slid over the top of Rule’s crazy hair to the tips of his worn

black boots.

“Nice.”

Her tone was friendly and flirty and her dark eyes sparkled with humor.

“The building manager should put it in the ad that the view is across the hall, not facing the mountains.

He could charge like a hundred dollars more a month in rent for it.”

Rule lifted the eyebrow that had the rings pierced through it and looked at me sideways. I just shrugged

and headed toward the front door. I held it open for her as she preceded us out.

“I’m Royal Hastings, by the way.”

I shook her hand and Rule followed suit. I saw her gaze drift over Shaw’s name that he had tattooed on

the knuckles of his other hand. It was more effective than any wedding band could ever be. A ring came

off, a tattoo never did.

“Nash, and this is Rule. Sorry about all the noise and chaos the last week. Normally it’s a pretty quiet

building and we all keep to ourselves.”

She laughed and pulled the hood of her light jacket up around her dark red hair. Man, she really was a

knockout and I should be all over her, but the desire just wasn’t there and in the next sentence she brought

up the reason why.

“It’s been interesting for sure. You have an interesting group of friends, neighbor. The girl from last

night was my favorite. The blonde with all the tattoos is loud, the brunette doesn’t seem very friendly, and

the other blonde was nice enough but she acted like I didn’t have any right to ask what was going on. The

redhead was super nice, kind of shy, even so she’s been my favorite. If all those girls are attached to the

sexy man parade that has been flooding in and out of the hallway, I have to say those are some lucky

ladies.”

I rolled my eyes and Rule laughed as we stopped on the sidewalk.

“The impatient blonde is mine. She’s in the middle of planning a wedding and is pretty protective of her

friends, so she’s just a little fierce at the moment. The brunette is actually one of the nicest people you can

ever meet, she’s was just worried about this dumb-ass and the fact he’s been AWOL all week. She’s married

to the guy in the skintight jeans.”

The hot neighbor nodded and continued to laugh.

“I see.”

“The pregnant blonde with the ink is with my brother, the big dude that looks like he could rip the door

off the hinges. The blond guy that kind of looks like Johnny Bravo and the other blond guy that is prettier

than you are both unattached … just FYI.” He cut his frost-tinted gaze in my direction. “I don’t know who

the redhead is.”

This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have on the sidewalk in front of a stranger, or anywhere else for

that matter, but they were both just staring at me, so I groaned and shoved my hands into the pockets of my

hoodie.

“The ER nurse, Saint, she stopped by to check on me. I was pretty fucked up, drunk and out of it. She

basically told me the same thing you guys have been trying to tell me all week. I need to get over my shit

and go make peace with Phil before it’s too late.”

The neighbor shrugged and turned toward a new-looking 4Runner parked on the other side of the

Charger.

“That was nice of her. Nurses are usually really impersonal and clinical, so it’s sweet she reached out.

You boys have a lovely day.”

We watched as she drove away and Rule turned to me with a lifted eyebrow. I scowled and patted my

pockets searching for a pack of smokes. I swore when I remembered Saint walking out the door with them.

“What?”

“New neighbor.”

“So?”

“So?”

I walked to the passenger side of his gigantic pickup truck and waited until he popped the lock so I

could climb in. Once I was in the seat, I slumped down and rested my head against the cool pane of glass

and closed my eyes. I knew I had to go to the hospital, but I really didn’t want to. What was I supposed to

say to Phil?

Something like …
oh, so you’re my long-lost dad … good to know, oh, by the way, thanks for waiting

until you had cancer and might be dying to tell me …
?

There just weren’t words that made any sense.

“So a week ago I would have walked into that apartment and there isn’t a chance in hell that you

would’ve been alone. That neighbor would have been with you and you both would’ve been naked.”

I barked out a laugh and opened one eye to look at him.

“I’ve been too jacked up. I was so sauced the last week there isn’t a chance in hell I could’ve got it up

let alone gotten it in.”

But that wasn’t entirely true. When I had pulled Saint against me, when she had finally opened up and

let me into the warm, damp recesses of her mouth, I had gotten hard as a rock and there was nothing the

river of tequila in my blood could do about it. Like he was reading my mind, Rule asked, “So what’s the

story with the nurse?”

“We went to school with her. She was like super smart, shy, kept to herself mostly. She didn’t party or

go out, so I don’t think you would really remember her. I recognized her the night I picked Rome up from

the ER after he got his head smashed in. My locker was next to hers senior year. She looks a little different

now, lost some weight, I guess, and her hair is longer. She doesn’t seem to care for me very much, but she

was great the night Phil was rushed to the hospital and it was nice of her to check on me last night.”

“But why would she do that if she doesn’t like you?”

“I don’t really know. I think she’s just a really nice person.”

Rule snorted. “She’s hot.”