Page 101 of Undone

“What? I was only in there for ten minutes.”

She looks up nervously, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist, “Duke is being a stubborn brute again… so Shanna and I kind of made a plan.

I raise my eyebrows waiting for her to finish.

“Get dressed!” She throws a pair of jeans and a sweater at me. “You might not have time to dry your hair.”

Shanna barrels into the room, panting. “We need to go. Now!”

“What in the heck is going on?” The two of them ignore me, shoving jeans, sweaters and underwear into a bag. Dev runs into my bathroom with my toiletries and shoves them inside. The two of them throw my coat and boots at me and practically drag me out the door.

“Shit!” Shanna moans.

“Who is that?” I ask.

“One of the new pledges from Oakland.”

“He’s blocking my damn truck in.” Shanna paces, with the fob key in her hand.

“So? Drive around him!” Dev answers.

“What? Through the two feet of snow in the yard?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck it. The truck is a beast. Duke did trick it up. The exhaust pipe is higher than the cab.”

“It does resemble a monster truck.” I stare at the beast that fits the man who owns it.

“He is going to flip his shit.” I shake my head.

“Who? Duke or Rog?” Dev asks.

“Both.” I reply, rethinking this. I throw up my hands. “I’m not going.”

They both ignore me and walk forward.

“I’m seriously pissed at you both. While the two of you have been hibernating in the sack with your men… I-I’ve been here all alone,” my voice cracks.

“Crap. I’m so sorry Luce. You just seemed to be handling it so well and … you and Smith were only together for a month. I had no idea how much it hurt you. You never wanted to talk about him, even when you were dating.”

“It did hurt me. A lot. I-I thought he was the one. I feel so stupid—I acted like a teen losing her head over her fist crush. I left. Moved to the other side of the country and it was all a lie.”

Shanna looked me straight in the eye. “I’m five months pregnant and very hormonal. Get in the damn truck, Luce. I’m sorry we never had a girl’s night—but we’re about to have an epic girls’ weekend. Some club skank in Canada has been sexting my man. I’m gonna kick the shit outta her and after—you and Dev or going to get lit since I can’t.”

“Is she serious?” I turn to my best friend.

“Yep. I’m not missing it… and …. the girl who gave Mac his nickname, Toad—she’s the Prez in Vancouver’s daughter. I want to get a good luck at her. I think Mac isn’t over her.”

I shake my head. “The Club is like binging on a soap opera.”

“But so much better, right?” Dev grins.

“Come on Luce. Come to Canada… what else are you going to do? Paint more canvases in your bra while you blast Pavarotti?” Shanna taunts.

My head snaps up.

“Rog told me…that Smith still has you watched.”

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