(Blake's POV)
“What are you going to do? Fly?” Tara asked, spreading her arms. She giggled when I tried to steer away from her. I glared at Samantha, but she just raised her glass to me.
“Then explain yourself!” Stella screamed on the phone.
“I’m confused, S.” She knitted her brows. “After I drink that, I got baffled,” She said, pointing to the empty glass on the countertop as if Stella could see it.
“What did you drink?” Stella’s voice was still in panic. I was giving Samantha a look, but she was just smiling.
Tara looked at the ceiling. “Coffee, water, juice, seawater-”
“Seawater? What do you mean?” She interrupted.
She made a face, amusing Samantha more. “Blake pushed me,” She shook her head. “Ah, no... he pulled me out of the boat, that’s why-”
“Tara Evans, you don’t know how to swim!” She was screaming again. She covered my ears with her hands.
“I kno
