Page 20 of Champagne & Handcuffs
“Did you know about this?” I pointed to Joss as I spoke to Seth.
He opened the door. “We’ve talked about it.”
We all walked outside. “So I’m going to have to deal with two cops?”
“Looks that way, Kitty Cat,” Seth answered as he closed and locked the door behind us.
“Well, I’m not going down that road. You two can fight bad guys while I clean teeth.” My dad was a dentist, so I was going to follow in his footsteps.Kind of.I didn’t want to be a dentist myself. Drilling into enamel wasn’t my thing. I just wanted to clean some teeth and help my dad.
Seth laughed and swung his arm around my shoulder, bringing me to his side. “I wouldn’t want you in the line of fire anyway.”
I pushed off of him. “You think I’d be a horrible cop?”
He smirked. “Nah, Kitty Cat. I just don’t want to have to worry about the both of you.”
“I can handle myself, thank you very much.”
“I’d still worry.”
“But not about Joss?” I asked, gesturing toward where she walked in front of us to the parking lot.
“Of course I’ll worry about Joss. But she grew up with the baddest bitch we know and survived.”
Whoever doesn’t liketo bowl is crazy! Even if you suck at throwing the bowling ball down the lane, it’s still fun. Mix in hot guys and watching them bend over …
Sign me up for a league King Pin!
Da—amn!
We were between games, and Joss and I were at the snack bar waiting on some nachos I was craving. I could see Seth and his friends laughing a few lanes over, and my damn heart was doing that fluttering thing again. Joss was right. None of his friends were cute. They were old—like thirty or something, but Seth …
Watching him tip the beer bottle to his lips made me wish I was that amber liquid sliding down his throat.
I was seriously losing my mind.
I’d only ever had one serious boyfriend, and I was still a virgin. Joss and I weren’t the popular kids in school, so we didn’t have many friends. We were known as what people called “trailer trash” even though I didn’t live in a trailer park.
“Here you go, honey.” I looked back at the blonde who passed me a plate of nachos and filled my cup withCoke.
“Thanks.” I smiled as I took my food. “We totally suck.” I laughed as we made our way back to the guys.
Joss chuckled. “Yeah, we do.”
“I don’t think we should be on the same team anymore. Break it up so at least one of us can be on a winning team.” Of course, I wanted that to bemyteam.
She shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Crap. I forgot napkins,” I said, looking down at the orange, nacho cheese that had dripped on my fingers.
“I’ll grab some. Your hands are full.”
“Thanks.” I smiled.
Joss turned to go back to the snack bar, and I walked to the partition that separated the wood-waxed floor and the carpet. On the side where the lanes were, the divider held bowling balls.
“So, that Cat, huh?”
My ears perked up at the mention of my name.
