Page 79 of Holiday on the Rocks
Clint pulled back. "You look beautiful."
She smiled up at him, and I suddenly couldn't tell if it was a happy you're here smile, or how the fuck to I get away from this dude smile. Either way, I hated her smiling at any man but me.
“Thanks.” Her eyes darted around the room but not in my direction. “I am, uh, a little shocked to see you.”
While it wasn't funny, the room burst into laughter, and I wondered how Clint wasn't going to die today. WTH?
Buzzkill Clint chuckled. “I wanted to surprise you.”
Suddenly Rachel nodded like a stupid bobble head. “I think you accomplished that goal there, Clint.” She turned to Royce. “That guy, man, he is something.”
Royce shot me a cocky look. Could he see the fuck you in my eyes? I hoped so.
Asshat nodded as he looked at Allie. “You'd shown me this Colorado house and talked about the wedding last summer. After some soul searching, I had to be here.” He looked at Lexi. “I hope it's alright with everybody.”
A giggle came from Rachel. “Clint, seeing you here has made my little old heart completely full.” She shot me a glare. “You are welcome anywhere.”
Shithead's slimy stare returned to Allie. “I can't keep away from this girl.”
WTF?
Her eyes went wide as his words wrapped around my neck like razor wire.
Dickweed took a step in my direction and extended his hand. I’m so lucky people can’t hear what I’m thinking.
“I'm Clint.”
“Levi.”
While I assumed there would be some reaction as I'm sure my story would've come up at some point, he just nodded like a jackass. NO reaction at all. “Nice to meet you.”
She’d never mentioned me? Not once?
Whatever, I just needed to focus on staying calm. Maybe this wasn’t as big of a deal as it seemed?
Lexi grabbed Kristina by the arm. “That's it! I know Clint is a cheesecake lovin’ bastard so I'm whippin’ up something in your honor! Or a chocolate cream pie, Allie loves her chocolate.”
I hoped it was a pie.
Fuck off pie:
1 cup of no one cares
A pinch of kiss my ass
Throw in some fuck you’s
A dash of blow me
Stir and shove it up Clint’s ass.
You can only say “WTF” so many times in an hour before you decide to start day drinking. I had a sudden desperation to get up close and personal with Jack Daniels.
Lexi and Rachel disappeared into the kitchen to create some magical culinary treat for fucknugget, while Evan and Royce spoke to him.
Kristina pointed to Evan. “Maybe you could show Clint to an empty room.” She winked at Allie. “And not too far from you know who.”
My ears burned off while Allie’s face flushed. He could not be close to her. Couldn’t happen.
