Page 88 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

The guy cleaned up nice. His black suit fit him perfectly and besides for Gio, he was the only other person not wearing a white shirt. Gio’s was dark red and Darry was wearing a blue shirt that brought out the light color of his eyes.

I sneered at Darry. “Too bad you can’t do much for asshole.”

Don’t get me wrong all three of them were hot as hell – most assholes were – but seeing them dressed up was a different experience. I felt completely out of my depth standing next to them. They wore their suits. My dress wore me.

“I am an asshole.” Darry said. “And you are a waitress in a pretty dress.”

That’s where he wanted to go, was it? Okay.

“Excuse me, I’m the world’s worst waitress with a slight alcohol problem,” if was going to insult me, then he needed to get it right. “But I get better grades than you.”

That got to him. Darry sucked back an inhale and crossed his arms. Not that I was surprised. He never did like me. I don’t think he liked any women. According to Memphis he wasn’t gay, but I wasn’t the only girl I’d seen him look at like that. It was as if he had a personal grudge against the female race.

Then again, maybe he was simply an angry guy? If my mom was as beautiful as his, I’d probably be angry too. Especially with guys like Atlee Fiore for friends. I could just imagine the mother jokes he would come up with. Darry and I were barely acquaintances and I already had plans to play the song Stacy’s Mom the next time he was by my truck.

My eyes once again landed on his mother.

Seriously, where did I know her from? It was really starting to bother me. Like an itch in the back of my brain that I couldn’t scratch.

“Has your mom been to school?” That was the only logical explanation I could think of.

“Why?” Darry asked like it was the strangest thing in the world to say.

“I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before.”

Gio and Atlee shared a glance before Atlee said, "you probably saw her around town.”

“Yeah,” Gio nodded. “That must be it.”

Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all.

“I saw her around town?”

That was their explanation? A woman like that wouldn’t be caught dead in my part of town, let alone go to any of the placesI frequented. She probably didn’t know our town had a phone booth.

“Where else would you have seen her?” Gio asked.

Uh huh? He was definitely hiding something.

“Well, her son does go to the same school as us.” I pointed out.

To which Darry shook his head. “My mother doesn’t attend school functions. Well… there was that basketball game a couple of weeks ago. I guess you could’ve seen her there.”

No that wasn’t it. The only people I talked to were Atlee and Memphis. I wasn’t near any girl except…

Oh my God.

My eyes rounded as it all clicked into place.

The way she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, how her long legs strode across the room, and the sway of her hips. I’d seen it all before. She was the woman I overheard in that room with Gio.

My eyes darted from Gio to Darry and back again.

Gio was fucking his friend’s mother! I expected that kind of thing from Atlee, but Gio? Then again, I didn’t really know much about his dating life. Maybe he was a bigger manwhore than Atlee? He certainly knew what he was doing in the sexual department. Did he learn it from someone more experienced? Like say an older woman?

I saw a spark of guilt flash through Gio’s eyes when he glanced at Darry. That’s when I realized that Darry had no idea. I had just figured out Gio Mancini’s dirty little secret.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth.

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