“Oh. Okay. Do you want anything? You have a beer, but I could get you something else,” the girl simpered.
“No. I’m fine. Go.” I was being a bit harsh, but I wasn’t in the mood for whatever she was proposing. I saw Martin Stone and called him over. The kid came running when he saw me.
“Lucas! Hey!”
“Mate, can you go with—?” Shit I forgot her name again.
“Amy,” she reminded me, not pleased I had forgotten again.
“Right. Amy. Martin, can you go with Amy and help her get a drink.”
Martin’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in Amy with her barely there swimsuit and legs that went on for miles. “Yeah, okay.”
Amy, realizing the kid was a better bet than me, latched on. She sunk her claws in. At least the boy would have a good night.
“Have fun you two,” I said.
I fell onto a lounger next to Alan and covered my eyes with my arm. “Giving the kid your sloppy seconds. Nice, Bradley,” Alan laughed.
“I don’t remember that girl at all. Do you know her?” I asked.
“She’s Marla’s friend. From what I’ve been told you were the best she ever had, Bradley,” Craig said, flipping the steaks.
“The best she’s ever had, Lucas, and you don’t remember her. For shame,” Alan joked, clutching his chest as if in pain.
I flipped him off.
“It wouldn’t be the first woman he forgot. She won’t be last either,” Shane ribbed.
“You guys make it out like I’m some sort of dog,” I complained. Though they were right.
“Did my eyes deceive me or did our pretty friend from Friday night turn up in the dressing room today?” Alan sat up and reached for a beer from the cooler. He tossed one to me and I barely caught it.
“Yeah, that was her,” I told him. No sense denying it.
“What was she doing there?”
“Aren’t you a nosy parker?” I took a drink and wiped my mouth. “She won that contest at halftime. No big deal.”
Alan raised his eyebrows. “What a strange coincidence.”
I looked at him levelly. “Isn’t it?”
“Who’s the girl from Friday night? What are you talking about?” Craig put a steak on a plate and handed it to me.
I cut into my steak and took a bite. The man could seriously cook some meat. “It’s nothing.”
“Didn’t you see the picture of Lucas and me leaving the pub with the girl? It was all over the gossip sites,” Alan filled in. I would have to punch him later. Hard.
“Marla showed it to me, I think. So that’s the girl? Another goal digger then?” Craig sat down beside me and started to eat his own food.
“She’s definitely not a goal digger,” I muttered, my mouth full.
“She’s a yank. Had no idea who our boy even was,” Alan went on.
Craig and Shane laughed, clearly enjoying that piece of information.
“That’s got to be a new one for you, Luke. A female that doesn’t drop her knickers when you enter the room,” Shane chortled.
