But she’s not wrong, and it’s pissed me off since the minute she stood up to walk to the stage.
“Sit down,” I tell Zeus.
“I don’t like the way he’s looking at you.”
“I can take care of myself,” I assure him.
“I’m really in favor of Zeus handling this for us,” Paisley says. “You’re getting old, and you don’t have a sugar mama yet, so you still need your dashing good looks.”
Addie strolls off the stage to cheers and claps from the rest of the audience.
Joey stands up next to Zeus and glares at the fucker at the next table too.
I don’t pay attention to him at all though.
I’m tracking Addie as she circles the other side of the ballroom, never once looking my way.
She hasn’t glanced over here at all by the time she retakes her seat next to Waverly, accepts a drink from the Fireballs’ head coach, and slams it.
Half the people at her table are staring at me, but she doesn’t.
She sits back down, back straight, and looks at the stage while Waverly leans in and says something to her.
“All good over there, Zeus?” Levi says in the microphone.
Zeus lifts an arm and flexes. “Showing off before me and my lady hit the stage,” he says, still glaring at the turdnugget at the next table.
“Not getting soft at all in retirement, are you?” Levi says.
“I lift quadzeuslets for exercise daily,” Zeus says.
“How about you and the missus get on up here so she can tell us what she’s offering that you’re taking half credit for?”
“I’d call you out on calling me out, my dude, but you’re still my number one boy band crush. No offense to other former boy band dudes in the audience.” He sends one more glare to the fucker at the next table, who flips him off with an eye roll.
Paisley scoots closer to me while Zeus and Joey head for the stage. “We aretotallytalking later about your history with Coach Addie.”
“Nothing to talk about.”
She snorts inyou’re such a liar.
“I would’ve bid entirely too much for you too if someone like the fuckarello at the next table was looking at you wrong,” I tell her.
“You’re such a softie, Uncle Dunc.”
I’m not asoftie.
I’m the guy who’s paying over a hundred grand for one more date with the last woman I let into my heart.
6
Addie
Someone replacedmy brain with a dying sloth.
But that’s not the weird part.
No, the weird part is that the dying sloth in my brain is jackhammering in my ears.
