Boring. That's the only way Brad Michaels could define his current situation.
“Come out to the farm. We'll get together, have a few laughs,” he said miserably. He raised the long-necked brown bottle to his lips only to find it empty. He lifted it over his head and closed one eye to look into the mouth of the bottle to check that it was empty. He dropped it into a waiting bin sitting on the ground at the end of the picnic table.
He sighed. There was nothing to do here. It was the same as being at the tower without the bars and clubs being readily available in the city. Granted, if he wanted to head into the city there might be dance clubs, but with his luck, they would all be country and western bars and the only dancing that would be going on would be line dancing.
Brad had no idea why Warren liked living out in the middle of nowhere, or why Kate, a city girl, would love it so much. It was crazy.
Maybe if he had stayed at the tower he could get Lisa to talk to him. Had it been almost a year already since she had stopped? He seriously didn't understand women some times and why she was still mad at him. Not that that would have mattered. Lisa and Jenny were visiting with Spellbinder. He shook his head. It wasn't his fault that Scott was a loser.
He absently reached for another bottle only to knock the empty carton over. Brad sighed again. He had another six bottles in the fridge, but that meant going in the house and walking through the minefield that was every other woman in his life except his mother and oldest sister. Most of their reactions would be cold politeness. Especially if he only went in to get more beer.
The sun was sinking and the shadows were stretching into early twilight when a limousine pulled into the lane. He watched it approach through beer fogged eyes. His buzz was fading. Damn mutant system, he thought. Can't even get a good drunk on.
The car rolled to a stop and the driver got out, walked around to the door closest to the house, and opened the passenger compartment. Marlene Palmer, fresh faced with very little makeup, got out. With his enhanced vision, Brad saw her as if she were standing right in front of him. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He raised his hand to wave. She simply stared at him for a moment. Stuck up, bitch. Don't know what Scott sees in you. He belched.
Marlene turned her attention back to the car when a second woman emerged. Dark hair hung in loose natural curls. She turned to look at him and smiled a greeting. Brad wasn't sure if he smiled back. He didn't know who she was, but maybe going in to the house wasn't such a bad idea after all.
The two women jogged easily up the steps to the porch. Brad watched the tanned legs of the dark haired woman as she went. Maybe things were about to change around here for him.