“Nothing. He was making out with Lucky’s neck, and I kicked his ass across the room. That’s all.”
“That.” He closes his eyes as if reliving a memory. “I see what he’s doing.” He glances to where the girls stand huddled. “Lucky, huh?”
“Lucky what?” I hate how her name has a double meaning. Nothing about her feels lucky to me.
“Rush thinks you’re into her. That’s why he’s turning up the beastly routine. He did the same thing with Ava and me.” He gives a wistful shake of the head and laughs. “Worked like a charm.”
“It won’t work on me.”
“Then why’d you pluck him off her? Who cares if he wants to bang Lucky?”
“Whoa, back down. Don’t talk like that.”
“Why not?” Grant remains unblinking as if waiting for me to come to an epiphany.
“Because it’s crass. She’s a kid.” I shrug it off, but my gaze lands on those creamy thighs of hers. “A kid with incredibly good-looking legs.”
“Good legs.” He shakes his head. “Say goodbye to your heart, man.”
“I’m not even close to giving my heart away.”
“Time will tell,” he says as Ava comes over, and the next thing I know the two of them have melted into the crowd.
Lucky takes a step toward me with her arms crossed loosely over her chest, that perennial smirk stuck to her face. “It’s sort of lame being ditched.”
For a second I consider saying something stupid about ditching her then taking off, but I don’t have the heart to do it.Myheart. The one I’m not gifting to anyone so they can aerate it with their five-inch stilettos.
“What now?” She shudders as if the thought of being stuck with me is a fate worse than death.
“You can be my wingman.”
“Wingwoman,” she corrects. “And why would I want to do that?”
“Let’s see where we can take the night.” I head over to a girl I recognize from Business 101, Misty Richards, and strike up a conversation. Misty is hot by anybody’s standards, blonde bombshell, yet conservative in both her dress and demeanor.
Lucky leans in. “Lawson is the soul reason the basketball team is leading this season.”
My mouth opens to correct her, but my ego grabs ahold of my vocal cords.
“What’s this crap?” Tom Hilden comes up from behind and slaps me over the back with a laugh. “Dude, you know I’m the reason we’re even having a season.”
Misty laughs so loud I can actually hear my ego cracking like glass and shattering all over the floor.
I make up some lame excuse and pull Lucky off with me. “Come on, wingwoman. That’s strike one.” I spot Courtney, one of the baristas at Hallowed Grounds, and head over. Courtney is a sweet, perky brunette with a severe underbite that she doesn’t mind sharing when she smiles.
Lucky leans in before I can get out the gate. “He’ll have an extra large carnal caramel with a few extra pumps of testosterone.” She gives an exaggerated wink.
“Trolling for the girls, huh, Law?” Courtney doesn’t mind getting right into the swing of things. She even manages to jut her chin out a little extra at me when she grins, and it makes it feel that much more like a dig. “I think you should go straight for a double shot of macho-macchiato to give you that extra boost you’re looking for.”
“Nice.” I glare at the two of them.
Don Evans comes up from behind, and Court is quick to fill him in on my over caffeinated trolling endeavors. Before we know it, they’re sharing a laugh on my behalf.
“I think our work here is done.” I wrap an arm around Lucky’s unlucky shoulders and lead her deep into the crowd. “You’re a lousy wingwoman, you know that?”
“Excuse me? I thought we were a team. And if you ask me, Misty and Tom look pretty friendly.” He nods over to where they’re making out in the corner.
“Looks like things are heating up in here.” For a moment I transpose their bodies for ours, and I wonder what it would feel like making out with Lucky like that in a dark corner, in a crowded room. “You want to get some air?”
