“What’s your dad gonna say?”
The fuck do I care? “I’m sure he’ll be pissed, but it can’t be helped.”
“You’d better not let him get wind of it.”
My father thinks women are a distraction. According to him, my one and only focus should be on hockey and making it onto an NHL team. “I’mnot gonna tell him.” Because I don’t need him driving up here so he can get his nose into my personal business. I’m sick of it.
Cody places his hand over his heart. “He won’t hear it from me.”
“Good.” I’m weighing the options of going home or staying for another beer when another woman approaches me. This time, she slides between my open legs and throws an arm around my shoulder. “You want to get out of here?” she asks seductively.
“No.” Yes. But I want to do it alone.
“Ah, now, come on, Bax.” She juts out her bottom lip. “Don’t be a party-pooper.”
Party-pooper? Who says that shit anymore?
“He’s taken, beautiful,” Cody says in his smooth, creepy way. “ButI’mavailable.”
“You’re Cody, right?” She slides her arm off me and turns to my friend.
“I sure am. Cody Williams at your service, milady.” He even bows a little. God, the guy has no shame.
“Well, Cody.” She giggles. “Since your friend is such a downer, I’d be happy to take you up on your offer. Your place or mine?” Between the two of them, they’ve brought back lines from ’50s cinema. And not in a good way.
“Yours.” He picks up her hand and kisses it. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” She giggles again.
I watch the two of them walk away. The minute they’re out the door, I slide off the stool, throw a twenty on the bar, and leave.
