Page 46 of Breakout
“Let’s go then.”
We each down the remainder of our drinks before we take off across the club. Going to the bathroom should be a quick walk, but with the number of people in here tonight, it takes far too long. I cringe as I feel bodies brush against me as I hold onto Cora’s hand as she leads me through the crowd. Grace is behind me, holding onto my arm, yet even having her there, I can feel the press of bodies.
It’s not that I’m a germophobe. I don’t mind going places, but large groups of people like this give me anxiety. It feels like there are bugs under my skin.
Just as we are about to enter the bathroom, I see a familiar face.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here,” Gabe calls out, making the girls stop.
“Yeah. Girls’ night,” I yell back as a response.
“Want to dance?” he yells, adding at the last minute, “As friends?”
“She’d love to,” Cora answers for me. “We will be right back.”
I frown as she pulls me the rest of the way into the bathroom. Once the door shuts, she laughs.
“You are so dancing with the cute guy. He has the hots for you.”
I look over to Grace, who frowns.
“This is the guy who asked you out the other day? The one who you turned down?” Grace asks.
I nod, going into the stall. Pulling out my phone, I shoot a text to Beckett.
Me
This is me sending out the bat signal. We are at Club Zero. Save me?
I hurry up and pocket my phone, flushing the toilet for appearances before stepping out.
“I’m sorry, Pey. I didn’t realize. I’ll tell him you changed your mind,” Cora says.
I wave her off. “You had no idea.”
“We could just blow past him and go get another drink,” Grace offers.
“That sounds like a great idea,” I tell her, hoping like hell Beckett gets my distress call.
When we exit the bathroom, Gabe is standing there waiting.
“Hey, loverboy. We are going to get some drinks. You can claim that dance later,” Grace informs him, linking her arm with mine.
Cora does the same on my other side as they march me back across the crowd, this time not letting go for anything. I feel powerful having these women at my side.
When we get to the bar, I discreetly check my phone, frowning when I don’t see a message from Beckett. I try to keep the disappointment from my face as I put my phone away and smile at the girls.
“What do you think, girls?” Cora shimmies her shoulders once again. “Shots?”
I force a smile. “Fuck it. Shots!”
Maybe alcohol can take the sting of being ignored away. Only one way to find out.
Wife
This is me sending out the bat signal. We are at Club Zero. Save me?
My heart starts racing as I read the message on my watch mid-battle with the guys. I want to throw the controller and run to her side, but it would be too obvious.
