“What?”
His glare cut through me, tearing my insides to shreds. “Have you asked any of them? Maybe they aren’t all the losers you think they are.”
I used the towel to pat my sweaty face and stall for time. “I guess that’s true. Some have been more memorable than others.”
He flinched, catching the punch I’d subtly delivered him. “And some are just forgettable?”
“Completely.”
Molly blinked at us. “You guys want to fess up to something?”
I smiled brightly and took a step back from Vann, lest I do something crazy like actually punch him—or climb him like a spider monkey and shut him up the old-fashioned way. “What? No. I think this is a classic case of boy power.” I held up my fist. “You know, those poor men have to stick together.”
“I’m going to leave now,” Vann announced. “Have a good day, Molly.”
He stalked off, his gray t-shirt drenched in sweat, clinging to all those cut muscles on his biceps and back. My eyes drifted to his ass—I mean, staring there was inevitable—and then to his tight calves. God, had a man’s calves ever looked so delicious before?
“You’re staring at him,” Molly pointed out.
“He didn’t say goodbye to me.”
She snorted a laugh. “Unbelievable! You’re into him.”
Officially grabbing my attention again, I swung around to glare at her, trying to play innocent. “Hardly.”
She rolled her eyes and headed for the locker room. “Yeah, that looked like youhardlynoticed him. You’re drooling by the way.”
I touched the towel to the corner of my mouth on instinct. “I am not.”
She turned, grinning over her shoulder. “You didn’t have to play dumb this morning. You can tell me if you like Vann.”
“Ugh.” I winced, dreading the upcoming conversation. “It’s complicated.”
“Men are always complicated,” she agreed. “They like to blame us for the games and being high maintenance. But they’re the real trouble.”
It felt good to hear her say that. And it prompted me to spit out the truth. “We slept together after the rehearsal dinner.”
She dropped her towel and tripped over her feet. After she’d managed to collect herself and stand upright again, she gaped at me. “You did what?”
I dropped my face into my hands. “We slept together. And it wasn’t… my finest moment.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’d had a lot to drink at dinner. And that whole weekend. And there are some fuzzy spots that I might not totally, completely, wholly… remember.”
She dragged me into the locker room and plopped me down on a bench. “Wait a minute, you’re telling me you slept with Vann, but don’t remember sleeping with him?”
“I remember parts of it,” I clarified. “And the parts I remember are good parts.” Staring at my hands, I felt myself blush. I must have been the color of a ripe tomato. “Really good parts.”
“Wait, does he know you don’t remember?”
I nodded, letting the full weight of her judgment descend. “I woke up in the middle of the night and realized what I’d done. So I escaped before he woke up.”
“Oh, no.”
“I didn’t realize he’d be so pissed. I thought, I don’t know, I didn’t take it very seriously I guess. I thought we were just having fun. But he’s all like, I don’t even know how to have fun. And then I said some stupid things at the wedding. And the whole weekend is a blur of messing up! Molly, fix it for me please.”
She immediately pulled me into a hug, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Okay. I will. How do you want me to fix it? Do you want things better with Vann because you’re second guessing brushing him off? Or because you don’t want bad blood between you, but you want to move on?”
