“Wow, would you look at the special today?” Cheyenne chuckled. “What a deal!”
“I’m not trying to hurt you.”
I barked out a laugh at that. “Well, you’re sure doing a bang-up job of that.”
“It was one night.”
“And that’s all it took,” I said, slamming the menu down. “Do you think with anything other than your dick?”
“And homemade orange juice. My favorite.”
“I wasn’t the one who came over last night, begging to be fucked.”
“I was drunk!”
“You were with another man!”
“And that applesauce. I bet that would be a good treat.”
Shaking my head at the indignant tone he was spewing, I let him have it. “Oh, that’s rich. You’re calling me out for getting a ride from Archer when you had another woman in your bed two nights after you were with me?”
“You already had our wedding planned.”
“My mother did!”
“And that’s different how?”
“Because I wasn’t the one who planned it! I would think that would be obvious, even for a meathead like you.”
“Wow, pancakesandeggs! It’s amazing!” Cheyenne shouted.
“You would follow anything your mother tells you to do.”
“Ha! You still have your mommy do your laundry!” I snapped.
“Because my washer is broken!”
“Then fix it! You’re a grown man. I’m sure there are enough braincells in that head of yours, even if Ellie May did suck every last one out of your cock!”
“You know, I’m really not that hungry anymore,” Cheyenne yelled, kicking me under the table. “I really think we should just leave.”
The bell over the door dinged, and all the heads in the room swiveled at the same time, staring right at Archer.
“Just freaking perfect,” I muttered.
“Look, Bailey, there’s another dick for you to ride.”
“Better than yours!” I shouted as he got up from the booth, stalking away from me.
“Maybe we could just get some food to go,” Cheyenne said, slipping down in her seat.
I grabbed my purse and shot out of the booth, ignoring everyone who stared at me in amusement. I was tired of being the talk of the town.
But as I got closer to the door, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled. I turned just as Liam charged at Archer, who was already headed toward our booth.
Gasping, I removed myself from the path of destruction just in time for Liam to slam his shoulder into Archer’s stomach, sending both of them flying across a table fully laden with food and drinks.
“Oh my God!”
