Page 33 of Body Checking
I chew on my lip and reply,Later >
“Let’s go, you sneaky turd,” I tell her and stick my phone in my back pocket.
On the way out the door, I grab my trusty leather jacket and gold clutch and flip the locks as we start our GNO.
I squeeze Sasha’s arm, desperately trying to get her attention, but she’s lost to the music. I resort to pinching her ass and that gets her to spin around with a cheeky smile.
“Well hey baby. If I’d known you wanted to get a little freaky, we could’ve stayed at home.”
“You wish. I’m going to get some water. I’m dying. Want one?” I ask her.
“Yes. Please. I could use a whole pitcher.” She fans herself off, sweat dripping down her neck and into her cleavage.
“I got you, sis.” I leave her to dance with a group of gals we befriended and weave through the crowd to the bar.
After watching the Havoc win, we left the sports bar and headed to my new favorite place, Big Joe’s. I texted Bryn on the way over and by the time we met D at the door, we had VIP access with a reserved table. Sasha was shocked when I told her that she and Cade were only friends andnever slept together. She followed up her shock with a crass statement saying, “Think she’s looking for a fuck buddy?”
Pure class, that Sasha Carroll.
Bryn sees me approaching and tosses the towel over her shoulder and leans an elbow on the bar.
“What can I get you, pretty lady?”
“Could I just get a couple of glasses of water? It’s hotter than two rabbit’s screwin’ in a wool sock.” Bryn throws her head back with a big belly laugh and I chuckle, embarrassed I let that slip.
“Jesus, that was a good one. You let your Texan slip baby girl, and I am here for it. I’ll grab those for you.” She moves to the other end of the bar and gets a couple glasses.
I watch her for a few seconds when I hear, “Oh my gosh, you guys. There she is,” followed by a loud cackle.
I ignore whomever is talking so loud and just wait for my waters.
“She made up this whole story that she and Walker were dating. And then she made a scene at the coffee shop.” I realize that I am the person being spoken about and they’re making it obvious they want me to hear.
“Excuse me. If you have something to say, tell me to my face,” I tell them as I spin around, and come face to face with Walker’s new girlfriend, Carys.
She’s dressed in a very tight gold dress that sparkles under the lights, and gold cowboy boots. She looks like the country western version of an Oscar statue.
“I thought you’d hear it better if I said it to your back. You know, because there’s so much of it.” She snickers and her friends follow suit. “Walker told me you basically stalked him, and that you two never dated. Poor girl. You must be delusional. Did you take your meds today?”
I grind my teeth together and choke down the sob that is working its way up. “Walker and I dated for three months. Two of those he was with both of us, apparently.”
“Honey,” she says, sarcastically. “How you could think that he would ever date someone like you is hilarious.”
My back stiffens and the burn in my nose grows stronger.
“Look at me, then look at you. Why would he pick chunky monkey when he could have fierce and fabulous.” She motions down and up the length of her svelte body.
I swallow down a ball of emotions and blink my eyelashes to ward off the tears that are threatening to fall. She’s right. Why was Walker slumming it with me when he had someone like Carys in the wings?
Suddenly my shirt feels too short and my jeans are too tight. My shoulders hunch as I try to shrink away, and my eyes look around for Sasha as I work on summoning her viaESP. It doesn’t work, and Carys and her band of mean girls only begin to laugh more, whispering behind their hands to one another.
“Everything okay here, ladies?” Bryn’s voice carries over my shoulder and I turn to look at her.
“Oh. Totally cool. Just catching up with our friend,” Carys says.
Bryn looks at her with a skeptical eye then looks at me. She must see the embarrassment and tears in my eyes because much like her dear friend Cade, her eyes turn black with rage.
“Is that right? Well what’s your friend's name?” Bryn asks, playing along.
