“I’m notbankingon her help. I plan to talk to Callie either way. I just know that having Morgan on my side could make things a hell of a lot easier.”
“Again, good luck with that. You have a better chance of hell freezing over before that happens. And if hell does ever freeze over, it’s because Morgan—Satan herself—is dead.”
Lucas chuckled. “She’s really notthatbad, Wes.”
“How can you even say that? She’s treated you like shit for the last three years, is refusing to help you with Callie, and you’re really going to sit there and say she’s ‘not that bad’?”
“Was she cold a lot of the time? Yes. But I wouldn’t say she treated me like shit. And at least now I knowwhyshe’s always given me a bit of the cold shoulder, which is the same reason she won’t hear me out now. She’s just being loyal to Callie. I can’t fault her for that.”
“The fuck you can’t. Stop being so goddamn nice.”
He snorted. “This is why I need Blake around. He’s more level-headed.”
I pressed my hand to my chest, feigning offense. “I reject that notion. I’mextremelylevel-headed.”
“Not when it comes to Morgan.”
He had me there. As much as I loved pissing her off without trying, she could do the very same to me. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I’d never met anyone in my life who got under my skin the way she did. She irritated the living hell out of me.
“I almost went to Bravo Lounge tonight,” Lucas said.
“Why?”
“Because I was talking to Gabe on the ferry, and he told me Morgan was headed there tonight, but then he said it was for a date. I’m not going to crash her date over this whole thing with Callie because if I cockblock her, shedefinitelywon’t want to help me.”
I scoffed through a laugh. “You’d probably be doing the poor guy she’s with a favor.”
“No. I’ll let her get hers. At leastoneof us should have an enjoyable Friday night.”
Chapter 2
When my friendTyler from work said he had the perfect guy to set me up on a date with, I took his word for it. He’d known me for a couple of years now and had seen what kind of guys I typically go for looks and personality-wise, so I figured why the hell not. How bad could it be?
This guy was the epitome of self-obsessed, and I was pretty sure he could give Narcissus a run for his damn money. He hadn’t stopped talking about himself from the moment I sat down. We were an hour into the date, and he had yet to ask me a single question about myself because he was too busy droning on about how accomplished he was, everything he brought to the table that no one else could possibly top, and had even gone as far as touting his “incredible” bedroom skills.
Count your motherfucking days, Tyler.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried a few times to insert myself into his one-sided conversation to tell him this wasn’t going to work, but he talked over me every damn time. I even tried to signal the waiter for the check to no avail. My eyetwitched as he continued with what I was sure was a very exaggerated story—if true at all—about an obsessed ex-girlfriend who couldn’tfathomlife without him because he was justthatamazing.
My patience was running thin.
When my phone chimed in my purse, I couldn’t have reached for it fast enough, thankful for the interruption regardless of who or what it was. My eldest brother’s name flashed across the screen. “I’m sorry, I need to take this.” I didn’t wait for what was going to be an obvious protest based on the look on his face before I answered. “Hey, Wyatt.”
“Brody and I need you to settle a debate,” he said without so much as a greeting; he was visiting my other older brother in Darlington for the weekend. “Did he or did he not cry when you made us watchThe Notebook?”
“Oh my God, are you okay?” My voice was tinged with panic.
“Uh…yeah? I’m just trying to prove that our brother is a little bitch.”
“Okay, okay. Just calm down.” I stood from my chair. “I’ll be right there.”
“What—are you drunk?”
“It’s going to be okay. I’m leaving right now.”
“What the hell are you—wait, are youusingme to get out of a date?”
“Stay right where you are. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I held the phone away from my mouth. “I’m so sorry, I have to go. Family emergency.”
