Collide (Collide #1)(43)

The older man's brows arched over his blue eyes as he patted Dillon's back. "You're looking a little rough around the edges, son," he chuckled.

"Good morning, Mr. Blake," Dillon stood up to shake his hand. "Yeah, I drank a little too much last night."

"Well, prepare to drink a little more today, youngling," he quipped, holding up a bottle of Grand Marnier and a couple of fishing poles.

Shaking his head with a smile on his face, Dillon looked to Gavin. "Your old man's going to kill me today with the drinking, isn't he?"

"I'm pretty sure those are his intentions," he laughed and settled back into his seat. "Right, Pop?"

"Absolutely," he laughed. He then glanced in Emily's direction, a charming grin touching his lips. "So who do we have here?"

Dillon curled his arm around her waist. "This is my girlfriend, Emily. Emily, this is Gavin's brother, Colton, and his father, Chad."

"It's very nice to meet you both." She smiled and shook their hands.

"Emily, do you have any sisters for my brother?" Colton motioned with his thumb in Gavin's direction. Gavin rolled his eyes as he downed the last of his coffee. "My mother wants him married off soon."

"Unfortunately, the only one I have is married," Emily laughed.

Colton tossed his arm around Gavin's neck. "Oh well, little man, the search shall continue."

With his arms crossed, Gavin let out a sigh and once again rolled his eyes at his brother's "non-mission" of finding him a woman.

Eventually, Trevor, Joe, and Chris made their way downstairs to join the group.

"What the hell do you have on?" Gavin laughed, his eyes wide on Trevor's attire.

Wearing his finest fishing hat and vest scattered with hooks and little plastic worms, Trevor sniffed haughtily. "Whatever, dude." He poured some coffee into a Styrofoam cup and turned back to Gavin. "At least I get on the damn boat."

Each of the men - except Gavin - broke out into laughter. He just shook his head with an amused grin on his face and let the partial insult slide.

Trevor slapped him on his back. "Is the Gavin Blake speechless?"

Standing up to refill his coffee, Gavin smiled. "Go ahead, lay it on me, *s. But, in my defense, it comes from my mother's side of the family."

Emily drew up a confused brow. "You don't go on boats?"

Gavin's smile was slow, making his blue eyes sparkle. "Technically, I can, but not when the water's choppy like this morning." He took a sip of his coffee. "I get slightly seasick."

Dillon stood up, walked over to him, and slapped him on his shoulder. "Slightly? You wind up praying to the sea gods to get you through the trip without puking."

Shaking his head, Gavin tossed his boat keys to his father. "Okay, each and every single one of you need to get the hell out of my house now," he laughed. "And that's including you, too, Pop," he quickly added.

Chuckling, Chad walked over to his son and patted him on his back.

The conversation and laughter flowed while the men took a few more minutes preparing for a day out on the water. Making sure they had enough ice, food, liquor, and night crawlers to last until the afternoon, they felt they were good to go. Emily trailed behind, following Dillon to the door to kiss him goodbye and let him know to take it easy on the drinking. She watched the group make their way into the dewy morning air and down to the boat.

After closing the door, Emily turned and found Gavin sitting at the island where he resumed his position - coffee in one hand and his eyes intent on his morning paper. She went to walk upstairs, figuring now would be a good time to wake Olivia and Tina, but before she could, Gavin called out to her and asked her to take a seat with him.