Page 58 of Shattered Mind

I’m shaking my head before she even finishes the question. “No. I mean I obviously have sexual feelings, butthat’s as far as they go. He’s incapable of falling in love, and I’m the master at avoiding falling in love, so it’s a win win.”

Savannah doesn’t look convinced as she parks the car and turns to me. “You may have convinced yourself that’s true, but it isn’t. You need to be careful, Liv. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I reach over the centre console and squeeze her hand assuringly. “Don’t worry about me, Sav. I’ll be fine.”

Seemingly satisfied with that answer she nods before reaching into the back and retrieving her handbag.

We spend the next few hours shopping where I spend entirely too much money. Savannah insisted on buying me a pair of cowboy boots in return for the ones I brought for her a few months back as a gift and as a compromise I dragged her to the cute little baby boutique in town. She obviously, being the selfless queen she is, insisted that I didn’t need to buy anything for the baby, but as soon as she walked in the door her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

I dump the bags on my bed before heading to the bathroom for an ‘everything’ shower. I lather my hair with conditioner and leave it in while I shave my entire body. Upbeat country music plays from the Bluetooth speaker on the bathroom counter and the lyrics have excitement coursing through my body for the night ahead.

It feels like it’s been so long since we’ve had a girls’ night, and I can’t wait to get tequila drunk with the girls’ and talk shit about men.

Once I’m finished in the shower, I blow-dry my hair and place it in rollers, opting for a bouncy blow-dry style tonight, before moving on to my makeup. I usually stick to minimal makeup, only using a little mascara, but tonight I’m feeling adventurous. I apply some dark eyeshadow, giving my eyes a smoky look that makes the blue pop, adda thick layer on mascara and finish the look off with a fire-engine red lipstick that matches my new boots.

I dress in black skinny jeans paired with a matching black denim corset that makes my boobs look impressive – if I do say so myself – and pull on the red cowboy boots. I remove the rollers, spray some perfume and check my outfit in the mirror before meeting Bella and Daisy in the kitchen.

Daisy’s eyes widen as I enter. “Damn, girl. You look hot,” she says as she hands me a shot.

“Thank you. So do you two,” I say, holding my glass up in cheers before throwing it back. The liquid burns as it slides down my throat, instantly warming my insides and I do a little shimmy on the spot.

Daisy is dressed in a blue denim jumpsuit that hugs her curves in all the right places, paired with an off-white cowboy hat and matching boots. Her long, chestnut hair falls in loose waves down her back. Bella, crazy bitch that she is, opted to wear denim shorts that are frayed at the edges with an off the shoulder brown t-shirt tucked in, her boots a faded brown to match. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun that I couldn’t achieve if my life depended on it.

“There’s a whole lot of denim and boots going on here,” I say, waving a finger between the three of us.

Bella shrugs with a laugh. “You’re in cowboy country now, Liv. Everyone’s in denim and boots.”

I ponder her comment for half a second before nodding my head in agreement. “I guess you’re right.”

A horn sounds from outside and the three of us grab our purses before ambling out the door. Savannah is our DD tonight because, well, she’s pregnant and therefore sober, which is great for us but not so great for her when she has to drive our drunk asses home later.

Savannah added the four of us to a group chat earlier today to discuss the plans for tonight and we had suggested a pamper night at our house with movies, junk food and face masks because she unable to partake in the drinking side of things, but she quickly shot us down insisting that she’s, and I quote, ‘pregnant, not boring’.And although, I feel guilty that she has to watch the rest of us make poor life choices, she can’t say sheweren’t warned.

CHAPTER 31

GRAYSON

“So, how are you finding it having Daisy back in town permanently?” Hunter asks Killian, his tone cautious.

Killian shrugs, picking at the label on his beer. “I haven’t seen her much, to be honest.”

“You know she interviewed for a job here as a groomer?” Noah asks and I narrow my eyes at him. Fucker can’t keep his mouth shut about anything.

Killian’s eyes snap up to him before moving towards me and then Hunter. “She did?”

Hunter nods. “Yeah. And I offered her the job. She has great references from the three years she spent in Montana.”

Killian get a faraway look in his eyes as he responds. “So that’s where she went, huh?”

Noah leans forward in his chair and assesses his best friend. “You didn’t know that?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable that we hired her,” Hunter says as he picks up another log and throws it in the firepit.

“Nah, man. It’s good that she’s putting down roots here.” Killian replies, throwing the rest of his beer bag and reaching for another.

“She’s moved in with Bella and Liv,” I inform him without thinking and three sets of eyes swing my way.

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