Page 35 of The Red Zone
He could deny it all he wanted, but he was a boy obsessed if I’d ever seen it.
October let out an amused laugh, pulling me away from my thoughts. “If you’re trying to be convincing, you’re moving in the wrong direction, March baby.”
“Hmm, let me think about it…” I stared off into the distance like I was pondering really hard about it. “Well, since you were too afraid to show me your micropenis last weekend, that takes road head off the table.”
“I do not have a micropenis.” October rolled his eyes so hard it looked like he was having an exorcism.
A small smile cracked at the corners of my lips as I held back a burst of laughter that was threatening to break free. “Yet, I’ve found that most men who get defensive about small dick jokes… do in fact have small dicks. The ones who are well endowed usually just roll with it since they don’t have anything to hide.” The way he rubbed the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact with me created a newfound exhilaration in my chest. “Care to defend yourself?”
“You’re not going to leave me alone until you get what you want, are you?” he grumbled.
“Not a chance.”
“Get in the truck. I’ll meet you there.”
With my chin lifted high and a big satisfied smile on my face, I leaned over and placed a slobbery kiss on his cheek. “Did you know that you’re my hero?”
October wiped it off begrudgingly and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as I hopped up from the sofa and snatched his keys off the kitchen island.
I wasn’t entirely sure what the rest of the night had in store, but something deep, deep down inside was telling me that whatever it was, itsurewould be fun.
TWELVE
MAE
“October Calhoun! Is that you?”A sweet voice called down from the opposite end of the candy aisle.
It was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and the entire store was seemingly desolate. Granted, most twenty-somethings would probably rather spend their time after a long week of work drinking away their sorrows while trying to forget about having to wake-up Monday morning and doing it all again. Then there were people like me, perusing each and every aisle as I filled my arms with three different types of chips and sour candy because I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t going to need a cart when we walked in.
Surprisingly, October and I hadn’t murdered each other on the short car ride over. Although, we did get into a little quarrel about what kind of music should be playing—he wanted house music, but I obviously protested. Never in my life had I listened to that god awful music at my leisure, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start today.
“Donna! Lovely to see you. How are the boys?” October ambled over to bear hug the strawberry-blonde-haired woman that was at least half his size. Something about her looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I’d seen her before.
“Oh, they’re as ornery as ever. Little Tommy started playing in Tiny League this year and Cody has convinced everyone that he’s the team’s water boy. The coaches got him a polo with the team’s logo on it and everything.” The two of them laughed in unison.
“No way. Some of the guys and I will have to drop by their practices sometime before the season ends.”
“Please do! Their friends would love it.”
I cleared my throat at the lull in the conversation, standing off to the side awkwardly.
“Forgive me, Donna. This is my friend April Showers.” The upturn of his lips pissed me off. He knew I hated it when he called me that. “April, this is Donna. Coach Kirby’s wife. He’s our offensive coordinator.”
“What an… ironic name.” The woman's eyebrows scrunched together.
Oh, it was just absolutely perplexing, wasn’t it?
Donna made a motion to shake my hand while eyeing the mound of snacks I was shuffling around to free up a hand to extend to her. She pulled a face at my selection—dill pickle kettle chips, maple bacon Pringles, butter garlic ruffles paired with four types of sour gummies that were, let’s face it, the same thing with different shapes and packaging. God, I wished I had never made my presence known. Blending into the background would’ve been less awkward than this.
Anyone know if it was possible to evaporate entirely?
Someone.
Anyone.
Please.
Oh, so the answer is, no? That’s great. Really, really great.
