“But that’s not gonna work. Natashya and Emily started to retrieve their bags, but I stopped them. “I hear we’re brothers.”
I stared down at his hand, a little thrown off by this whole scenario—the drugs, music, and the presence of people I didn’t know ingesting God knew how many different inebriants. “What?” Natalie asked. “Well,” I said, feeling defensive again. I didn’t need another. He pointed and called out to me again, “You’re the guy!”
He seemed a little off, so I glanced around the room to make sure there was no one else he could have possibly been talking about and then said, “You talking to me?”
“Yeah! She wore one of the smallest bikinis I’d ever seen, showing off a slender tummy and sporting a pair of breasts that might have been a small C-cup on anyone else but looked closer to a B on her tall frame. “It took me quite a while to figure out that it wasn’t some kind of elaborate joke or mistake.”
“You don’t think it’s either of those things, huh?” Quentin asked.
