Page 57 of Love Is Ale You Need

“Seriously, there’s no one else.”

I brush my fingers over his knuckles, staring at the lines on his skin, working up the courage to ask one more question. “Would you call us exclusive friends, then?”

He laughs. “Sure. If that’s what you want to label it.” He lifts our hands and places a kiss on the inside of my wrist.

“I’m sorry I followed you. It’s just… I’m an idiot. Anyway, I should leave. Marcie's watching Abby for me, and I hate to make it longer than needed.” I jump to my feet.

He follows my lead. “Why don’t you stay? What’s an hour? You can help with the board. I suspect the first row likes to check me out each time I put a number up. I think it’s causing them to lose their concentration.”

“Well, it is a nice view.” A smile spreads across my lips as I peer around him for a peek at his delicious backside.

“Hey now.” He playfully swats my hand away. “That’s only for bingo players. Or for bingo caller helpers.”

“Then I better message Marcie.”

After I send a quick text to Marcie, letting her know I’ll be an hour late, she replies with a slew of Get It Girl GIFs.

I had so much fun calling bingo with Trey. He would call the numbers and I would do my best Vanna White impression while filling in the board. His whole demeanor is infectious. He had the entire room buzzing with energy. Now, I’m sitting on the couch with Abby, curled up with her princess blanket, watching a movie when my phone buzzes. Dessa’s name pops up with a message.

Dessa

What happened with Trey. Did you catch him?

I press my lips together, fighting my smile.

Rylee

I did.

Dessa

Was he with another woman?

Rylee

He was.

Rylee

In fact, he was with several.

Dessa

That piece of shit. I’ll get my baseball bat.

Rylee

Men too.

Dessa

What the fuck?

Dessa

Okay, you lost me there. Was it some sort of sex group orgy?

Rylee

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