Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

32

VANESSA

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I laugh as Vienna pulls me by the hand down a well-worn forest trail. Half an hour ago, she busted into my room and told me to put on a bikini, all cloak and dagger about giving me any details as to where she was taking me. All she said was that it’d been too long since I’d had any real fun, and since I couldn’t disagree with that, I humored her.

I put on my favorite white crochet bikini and my second favorite pair of cutoff jean shorts – since my favorites were a casualty of my hasty shift to run away from Callum last week- and hopped into Vee’s Jeep with her. I thought it was safe to assume we were going swimming, so imagine my surprise when she pulled into the parking lot of the squad complex in Goldenleaf. Then my confusion only multiplied after we got out of the car and she bypassed the entry gate for the complex to head for this trail instead.

“You’ll see,” Vee answers conspiratorially, shooting me a devious smirk over her shoulder.

My arm jerks in her grasp as she continues tugging me along, my flip flops slapping against my heels with every step. If I knew we were going for a hike, I would’ve chosen more comfortable footwear- but given the fact that Vienna also wore sandals, I can’t imagine that wherever we’re going is a far jaunt.

Though we’re putting more distance between ourselves and the complex, I swear the dull hum of music is getting louder. I start to hear voices too, clueing me in that we won’t be alone once we reach our destination. What’s this girl up to?

“C’mon,” Vienna urges, veering sharply off the trail onto a narrower path and nearly pulling my shoulder out of its socket in the process.

I stumble to follow her, a rogue branch catching in my hair. “Slow down!” I laugh as I pull it free, wrenching my arm out of her

grasp. We’re headed down a gradual incline, I realize, and the music and chatter in the distance are now unmistakable. It sounds like there’s a full-blown party happening in the woods and we’re headed right for it.

My suspicions are confirmed when we hit the end of the path, a break in the trees revealing our destination: a swimming hole. I skid to a stop, my jaw going slack as I take in the scene before me.

For starters, the swimming hole itself is beautiful. It’s bordered on one side by a tall rock face, a thin waterfall cascading down over the stone into the large pool below. The side we’re on boasts a wide, flat bank, and both the bank and the swimming hole itself are packed with bodies; guys in board shorts flaunting their bare, muscular chests and scantily clad girls in skimpy bikinis.

“What is all this?” I ask incredulously, lifting my aviator sunglasses to rest atop my head as my eyes ping from the throng of people to the beer kegs floating in tubs of ice, to the big speaker playing music.

Vee grins proudly, linking her arm with mine. “Party for the squad. They randomly throw these when it’s too hot to train outside and we all need a break. Boosts morale.” She tosses me a wink, taking a step forward and urging me along with her.

Now that I’m here, I vaguely remember Vienna telling me about a party like this once before. Hearing about it and seeing it with my own eyes are two different things, though- the scene before me is straight out of a movie, hands clutching red plastic cups, couples canoodling, and groups of friends splashing around in the water. I can’t help but grin as we wander down the bank; this is definitely the pick-me-up I’ve been needing lately.

“Hey, you made it!” Levi greets, approaching us with his signature charismatic grin. He’s carrying a plastic cup in each hand, foamy beer sloshing out of the tops with each step.

set of arms wrap around her torso from behind, lifting

cups of beer in my direction. “You’ll probably need this,” he warns, his gaze flickering past me

I whip my head back around with a barely

muscles tensing

lingering on the

seen Miles since the day Cal punched him at the packhouse, though I know a conversation between us is long overdue. At first, I was avoiding him because I was still

sip from the cup

a breath, hanging his head sheepishly. “I know I fucked up with that bet,” he grumbles. “I’m

I don’t want to rehash that whole thing. I just…” my voice trails off as I get a prickly feeling like I’m being watched, and immediately, I know who it is. Just as before, I feel Callum’s presence before I even

their chiseled, tattooed bodies, and I can’t help the way my own body reacts to the sight of Callum. Heat crawls up my neck, my cheeks flushing. I look away, back toward Miles, but suddenly I’m tongue tied, my mind going blank.

were we talking about,

but he’d have to be blind not to pick up on the reason for my distraction. His gaze bounces from Callum to me, his throat bobbing with a hard

the rest

Miles asks, his voice

hope won’t do either of us any favors. I tried with Miles, I really did, but I just never felt

offered a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear when I needed it. I doubt anyone else

“Miles, you’re a great guy, but I’m not him,” he

Exactly.

pricking with unshed

to get defensive or angry, but when he looks up at me again, his gaze is resigned. “Hey, no hard feelings,” he offers. “I

to that, but thankfully, he doesn’t stick around for a response. The blow to his ego is probably too much. Miles just offers me a weak smile and

asks, wide-eyed

than expected.

yourself that.” She smirks knowingly, reaching forward to pluck my

the keg; I’ve felt his eyes burning into the side of my face ever since I looked his way. I’m not quite ready to go over there and talk to him yet. I wrap an arm

make him work for

wink as she heads over to the keg to pour us