Page 31 of Same Difference
“Nory! That’s not helpful.”
“Dudette, it looked like he almost kissed you at the table, and you were not running away.”
“I literally ran away. I came to the bar—”
“Where you let him kiss your wrist.”
Well, he also bit it, technically. Her skin was still tingling there.
Nory did this weird high-knee run to her and slapped at her hands a bunch of times while making this high-pitched human sound of excitement, and not knowing what to do, Delta just dumbly grinned and slapped around on her friend’s fingertips too, and now she had to tic.
She did her shake and then shooed Nory away. “You aren’t helping.”
“I’m your wing woman.”
“You’re just telling me to bone him after we broke up twenty-four hours ago, I don’t think you are a good wing woman.”
Nory walked backward and pointed to her. “He bought you pickle spears.”
Dear Lord, everything had gone sideways tonight.
“Delta,” Nate said. His volume was completely normal, but the base and command in his voice caused this humming in her mind. Was this what drugs were like?
She swallowed down the words, “Yes, sir,” and forced herself not to do Nory’s stupid high-knee run to go mind thisasshole man who had literally broken her heart one day ago and then admitted to lying about literally every one of his personality traits.
Why was she walking over to him right now? She tried to convince her legs to veer off to the right and head directly outside, but her stupid inner wolf was in heat or something and had her eyes on another kiss on the wrist from Nathan, the absolute-fuckin’-stranger.
She ticced again.
“I like when you do that,” he rumbled, lining up a shot at the cluster of balls at the other end of the pool table.
“Oh yeah? Well, I don’t like it. People stare when I do it.”
“Fuck ‘em.”Crack!The white ball slammed into the others and they went all over the table. Two went into the pockets.
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered.
“You don’t think people stare at me?” he asked and then twitched his head toward the table of single-looking women in the corner who were most definitely paying attention to him. “Those dudes over there will probably try to fight me with a few more beers in them,” he said, lining up another shot, and twitching his head toward a table of three guys right beside the bar. “You learn to tune it out.”
She glared at one of the women staring at him. “Can we help you?”
The lady drew a face and returned her attention to her friends.
“Possessive.”
“Of you? Absolutely not. We basically got a divorce today.”
“Happy divorce-iversary,” he deadpanned without missing a beat.
“Gross.”
“I’ll buy you some lilies for it next year.”
“You saw me at the flower shop?”
“Yeah. I had to Google what that stupid looking flower you bought was. At first, I thought that guy had bought them for you.”
“I don’t need a man buying me flowers. I learned I have to buy them for myself. I got some bulbs too. I’ll be growing my own by next year, so save your eight bucks and buy some manners instead.”
