Three of Brett’s friends stood with him as he leered at me. “Yup, this is the bitch alright,” he said.
I guess the jackass didn’t completely get Bodie’s memo after all.
One of the guys got into my personal space but Brett knocked him out of the way and took his place. He was trying to save face with his friends. Brett was a rich douchebag who wasn’t used to getting turned down.
As he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him, my eyes tried looking for Alley through the tinted passenger window to plead with her to help me. But I couldn’t see her.
“I think—”
The jerk didn’t get out anything else before a female voice joined the mix.
“I’m pretty sure you’re not thinking at all.” My head swung to the right as Alley came barreling around the front of her truck, the glow-in-the-dark bat I bought her clenched in her hand. “If you were, then you wouldn’t be touching, talking to, or confronting my sister.”
Even in the crazy moment, it didn’t escape me that she’d called me her sister. We all considered each other family but it felt freaking awesome to hear that.
Brett’s hand left my waist and flopped to his side as his mouth dropped open in shock.
All the guys stood there like dumbshits staring at Alley.
But if they didn’t move and I mean movefast, she’d gladly use that bat on every one of them. With her fierce temper, especially when someone threatened her people, it was a damn good thing her husband Landon was an amazing lawyer. He’d get her out of any trouble.
“I’ve been wanting to break this new bat in,” she said as she got closer.
When she raised it in the air, took a stance, and wrapped a second hand around it like she was about to hit one out of Fenway Park, the guys scattered like scared rats.
With a concerned look in her eyes, Alley asked if I was okay as she lowered her weapon of choice and came closer to me.
I couldn’t stand the assholes and was a little bit shaken up. Also, Bodie was going to be pissed when he found out. No doubt he and the guys were going to make me talk first to the school and then to the cops, but watching Alley burst around the truck with her bat was a thing of beauty.
It was also funnier than shit.
The story was going down in the book of Alley and her famous bats for sure. It would be one told for years to come.
So even with my nerves still rattled, I couldn’t contain myself. I leaned over and placed both hands on my knees and laughed hysterically.
“Geez, you’d think you got hit in the head with the bat. What the hell are you laughing at, girl?” Alley asked in a jested tone.
That just caused more laughter to bubble out of me.
“You're a nut job,” she told me, but with affection, as she pulled open the passenger side door. “It’s time for an intervention so I’ll be planning a sleepover,” she joked, shaking her head. “Now get your butt in the truck.”
A sleepover sounded awesome. I knew she was teasing about the intervention. It was an excuse to get us all together for our girl time.
I hopped in the truck but before she could shut the door, I said, “Thanks for the rescue. But as for why I’m laughing, you would understand if I’d gotten a video of you storming around this monstrous vehicle with your bat and the crazy look on your face. Then you would get to see who the nut job is.”
“Oh, shut it,” she said as she pushed the door closed.
Shaking my head, I lifted in the seat enough to watch her walk back around the front of her rig with a smile on her face.
Alley was one of a kind that was for sure.
* * *
He was goingto flip his shit.
I was standing in the pristine kitchen making dinner when I heard the garage door open. Since moving in that sound usually sent a rush of happiness through me because I couldn’t wait to see Bodie walk through the door.
This time, however, I was full of nervous anticipation knowing I needed to tell him about the confrontation with Brett. I’d have to wait for Peyton and Piper to be out of earshot since they were with him because I knew he might blow his top.
