Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
And because of all that, I know exactly what tequila means. “What’d that fucker do?”
She puts her hand on mine. “Nothing… well, actually, he met someone and they're in love, blah, blah, blah.”
“That asshole!” I exclaim. “I told him he’d better not be fuckin’ with you. Where’s he at, Willow?”
I jump up from the bar as Keeper sets a shot down in front of her. She reaches for her drink with one hand, and at the same time she reaches for me with the other. She grabs on to the front of my shirt as she tips back the shot glass and takes it down with one gulp.
Her nose scrunches up. “Shew, thanks, Keep.”
He nods at us, smiling at me, then walks back over to Lilly.
She spins her chair around until I’m standing between her open thighs. I swear I can see a hint of her pink panties and I’m thankful as fuck that I’m blocking the view from every other fucker in here.
“C’mon, I’m fine. I wasn’t really feeling it anyway. We hadn’t even had sex, so see, really, I’m not really bothered by it.” Her hand is still clenching my shirt. When I look down at it, she releases her hold and pats my chest before resting her hand in her lap.
“You sure, Willow? He shouldn’t get away with disrespecting you like that.”
She shakes her head at me and just smirks. “I’m good, I promise. But I would be even better if my best friend would sit down with me and do some shots.”
2
Willow
I’m telling Rider the truth. I could care less about Steve. He was just something to occupy my time. In all honesty, I’m pretty sure he knew how I felt about Rider. That’s the reason we never got close. We were more friends than anything and when he told me he was in love, well, I was happy for him.
I order two more shots from Keeper and he sets them down on the bar in front of us. I pick up the glass and hold it up to Rider. He’s looking at me, deep in thought. I know that look. He thinks I’m about to fall apart because of the breakup. He has no clue how I feel about him and I’m definitely not going to tell him. I’m not screwing up our friendship.
“What should we drink to? Best friends?” I wait for him to pick up his glass and I swear I think I see him flinch when I say the words “best friends.”
But before I can ask him about it, he raises his glass to me. “Best friends.” He’s smiling, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I can tell there’s something bothering him but I don’t know what that is.
We both gulp down our shots and my eyes water as the cool liquid rolls down my throat.
Gasping, I shake my head and look over at him in wonder. “I still don’t see how you do that.”
He just shrugs his shoulders. He can drink the nastiest drink there is and it doesn’t even faze him. He never makes a face. When I first met him, I thought he must drink a lot, but I found out that wasn’t true pretty quick. I’m probably a bad influence, because the only time he drinks really is when he is with me.
“So now you’re up to date on my life. What about you.? What have you been up to? Or I guess I should say, who have you been up in?” I joke with him, swatting him across the chest.
He chuckles and I feel the rumble under my hand. He grabs on to it and holds it for a minute, pulling it down to his knee. The moment shocks me. We’ve always been affectionate with each other, but something about the way he’s holding my hand, almost like it’s a promise of something more, has my heart and my mind racing.
My eyes widen and he must see the shock in them because he drops my hand and clears his throat. “No one,” he says and clears his throat again.
“Huh?” I ask him. I’ve completely forgotten what I asked him.
He smiles at me and shrugs his shoulders. “No one. I haven’t been seeing anyone.”
Secretly, I’m glad and I can feel my hopeful heart soaring. But I try to play it off. Honestly, I’m a little shocked too. “What’s up with you, Rider? You used to have game.”
He just shrugs his shoulders. I swear I hear him mutter, “I lost my game a month ago.” But before I can ask him about it, Keeper comes over to talk to him.
Lost in thought, I think back to a month ago and realize that I moved here about then. Did me coming here mess him up in some way? I’ve tried not to cramp his style, but maybe I have. I’m watching him as he talks to Rider. He glances over at me and I smile at him reassuringly.