Page 36 of Love Unforgettable
I’m not sure what to say to that, so I fidget with my napkin instead. The server brings the margaritas to the table.
“I take it you’re pretty thirsty,” Cole says, eyes wide.
I grab mine and take a long pull of the frosty goodness, hoping like hell I don’t get a brain freeze. “The other two are for Kat and Remi.”
He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“My two best friends. We meet for dinner at least once a week. For girl talk.Privategirl talk.”
He nods, a faint frown on his face.
“Well, I guess I will leave you to it then.”
Don’t go!
Shut up, Lexie.
You shut up.
He stands and twirls the chair he was sitting in back around, pushing it in at the table, before tipping an imaginary hat at me and walking toward the back of the restaurant to another table in the far corner. I can still see him in my periphery. Or at least the outline of him. The outline of him that flirts shamelessly with the server, orders a beer from the bottle, and hugs his pregnant dinner guest when she arrives. I guess when he said breeder, he didn’t mean horse. I laugh to myself.
Where the hell are Kat and Remi?
As if on cue, Remi arrives, picking up her margarita and taking a big draw from the straw before even sitting down.
“Ah,” she says after she swallows. “I needed that.” She sits down in the chair next to me. “I don’t care what anybody says, Lex. Men are babies. Great big overgrown babies.”
“Remi,” I laugh. “He was shot. His leg was, like, shattered by a bullet. He lost a ton of blood.”
“All of which makes him a baby.” She takes another long sip of her margarita. I’m always amazed when she doesn’t get brain freeze.
She’s dressed in a very Kat-like outfit. In fact, it might even be Kat’s. Long cotton maxi-skirt with a tank underneath a loose cardigan and flip flops. Then I realize she’s still having a tough time wearing pants with all the cuts on her legs.
“Hola, mamacitas!” Kat sits in the chair recently vacated by Cole, prompting me to glance over at his table. Our gazes clash and he raises his beer bottle in my direction, winking. His companion laughs and looks in my direction as well.
I gasp and return my focus to the chips and salsa in front of me, shoving two of the salty triangles into my mouth at once. I take a drink of my margarita to wash it down, then notice that our table is quiet.
“What?” I ask, looking up at both Kat and Remi.
“Where’d you go there, Lexie-loon?” Kat asks.
“Were you flirting with the good-looking man at the corner table?” Remi smiles.
“No! I most definitely was not.” I sneak another quick glance to make sure he’s not looking. Except he is. And this time both Kat and Remi follow my gaze. Cole tips his imaginary hat at the three of us. I whip my head back around.
“Quit looking!” I tell them.
“Ohmigod!” Kat’s face lights up. “Is that him? The mostshtupableman in the world?”
“Be quiet,” I hiss. “He’ll hear you.”
“He’s not going to hear me from all the way across the restaurant. Besides, even if he did, it’s a compliment. He won’t mind.”
“I mind.”
“Wait, what did I miss?” Remi cries. “Who is the mostshtupableman in the world? God. You see what happens? You fall in love, your man gets shot, and all the sudden your best friend isshtupingand telling everyone but you. This is all Chance’s fault.”
“Is he being a baby?” Kat asks Remi.
