Page 68 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 22
Cole
I watch her as she walks away. She looks good from behind.
“You like her,” Kat says in a sing-songy voice, drawing out the word ‘like’. “You really like her.”
“I do,” I admit. “That girls got a fire in her belly that she don’t let out too often, but when she does, it’s right nice to see.”
“It doesn’t hurt that she’s hot,” Kat says.
“And really smart,” Remi adds.
“Are y’all trying to sell her to me or are we just makin’ conversation?”
Kat shrugs her shoulders and makes a little frown. “Just making conversation.”
“Gah, I just got a text from Chance,” Remi says looking down at her phone. “He’s going to want me home soon. We need to drink now while we still can.”
“Such. A. Baby,” Kat says.
“Tell me about it,” Remi smiles.
“This is the same man y’all were calling a baby before?” I ask.
“One and the same,” Kat says.
“May I ask why?”
Remi rolls her eyes. Kat backhands her in the arm. “I know, I know,” Remi says. I raise an eyebrow at them in question.
“I roll my eyes way too much,” Remi explains. “And I’m trying to stop. So, whenever Kat or Lexie see me do it, they have to call my attention to it.”
“Makes sense,” I say.
“Anyway,” Remi continues, “his ex shot him, and he jumped out of a moving car to get away from her. Lost a bunch of blood. Shattered his femur. Blah. Blah. I felt bad for him at first, but he’s clearly fine. And since I quit my job, I’m at his beck and call. It’s driving me a little crazy.”
“This happened after she was held hostage by the same crazy ex,” Kat adds. “Who we later found out drove into a fire and killed herself.”
“Pretty much,” Remi says. “Though, I quit my job before all that happened.”
“True,” Kat agrees.
Who in the ever lovin’ hell are these people?
“All y’all seem pretty nonchalant about it.” I’m not sure what to say about something like that.
Kat links her arm through mine and leads me toward the bar. “That ain’t the half of it, cowboy. If you are thinking of joining the family, there’s a lot more you need to know. For instance, I’ve got metastatic breast cancer, that just resurfaced again. And I’ll probably die soon. After which, Lexie is going to need a lot of love and care.”
We take seats at the bar.
“I am sorry to hear that, Miss Kat,” I say.
“Shit happens,” she says. “I did, however, recently get engaged for the second time to the same guy.”
“Congratulations,” I say tentatively, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Thank you. This is the ring.” She holds up a ring tied around her neck from what looks a shoelace.
