Yet he isn’t quick enough and I throw up the contents of my stomach on his bare feet. I continue spewing until there is nothing left when fingers brush the back of my neck and my hair is pulled away from my face.
“Stop being a baby and go rinse it off in the lake. And find Clay!” Drake snaps at Keegan. Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand I give Keegan an apologetic look.
He groans loudly, tilting his head back and staring up at the sky. “Fine!” he huffs, trudging over to the lake and washing his feet.
“Are you good?” Drake asks and I nod, sucking in a raspy breath. Drake helps me to my feet and leads me toward the stairs but I stop.
“It’s alright, I got rid of it. And Keegan hosed the porch down.” I nod, grabbing the handrail and trudging up the steps toward the glass sliding doo
