Frowning, Haley reached over to shake the woman’s well-manicured hand. She couldn’t help but wonder what Amy had said about her. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wonder for long.
“So, this is the woman that brought Jason Bradford to his knees?” Kate asked, cocking her head to the side as she ran an assessing eye over Haley. Haley didn’t miss the woman’s lips twitching when she came to her glasses. Obviously, the woman thought she came up short.
Haley didn’t care what this woman thought. It wasn’t the first time someone had a hard time believing that she was with Jason and probably wouldn’t be the last. There was no denying that she wasn’t Jason’s usual type. She hadn’t lived next door to the man for five years without learning a thing or two. Granted, she never saw the women until after he’d dumped them and they were turned into drunk screaming messes, but it was pretty easy to guess his type.
The old Jason, as she liked to think of the not so sweet Jason, used to drive her insane and liked women who were a walking, breathing advertisement for sex. Kind of like Kate, Haley thought with an inward groan. With her perfect silky, long raven hair, makeup that made her look sultry, and clothes that were a little too tight and showed off way too much, Kate was definitely the old Jason’s type.
Judging by the smug smirk on the woman’s face, she knew exactly what Haley was thinking.
“How long have the two of you been together?” Kate asked casually, but Haley hadn’t missed the calculating gleam in her eyes.
Before she could tell her that it was none of her business, Amy answered for her, “Almost two months.”
The surprised look on Kate’s face was rewarding. She knew she’d lasted longer with Jason than any other woman, surprisingly, since she’d never put out. Well, she did do a thousand and one naughty things with him and kept his interest with baked goods, but that was neither here nor there. She was pretty sure that he really cared about her, maybe even loved her.
Okay, love might be pushing it for a man like Jason, but she was pretty damn sure that he cared about her. He was always sweet to her and seemed genuinely happy to see her. Not to mention that he went out of his way to spend time with her. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she didn’t think he’d done that with anyone before her.
“That’s pretty impressive,” Kate mumbled distractedly.
Amy waved off her comment, leaning closer towards Haley with an unholy gleam in her eye. “Well?” she said expectantly.
Haley could only frown as she looked past her friend for the waitress. Suddenly she had the feeling that the only way that she was going to survive this girl’s night out was with a lot of alcohol.
She looked back and was startled to find Beth, Alice, and Jen leaning towards her with knowing looks.
“Well, what?” Haley asked, wondering if she needed to start drug testing her friends. They were seriously freaking her out.
As one, they rolled their eyes. It was seriously creepy. Haley barely fought back the urge to flee.
“Have you slept with him yet?” Amy hissed excitedly.
“Oh...that,” Haley said, squirming in her chair and feeling a little self-conscious. “We sleep together every night,” she said, hoping against hope that they’d drop the subject, especially with the way Kate was glaring at her.
Beth snorted. “We know that you sleep together. What we’re wondering is if you’ve finally had sex with the man!”
Her cheeks began to burn.
Kate looked confused. “She just said she’s sleeping with him.”
Amy leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her martini. “Haley here doesn’t have sex with a man unless she’s in love with him, right?” she said, giving Haley a pointed look.
Why, oh, why had she shared that little tidbit of information all those years ago in college? Oh, that’s right, because she’d been drunk.
She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “I just want to be sure,” Haley mumbled pathetically.
Kate sat up straighter, holding her hand up to stop Haley’s friends as they opened their mouths to no doubt give her another lecture on sex in the twenty-first century. None of them understood why she wanted to wait.
“You’ve kept Jason Bradford interested for two months and you haven’t even had sex with him?” Kate asked, clearly as surprised as her friends were.
“Yes,” Haley said somewhat defensively. “Our relationship isn’t about sex.”
Kate sat back, back to giving her a condescending look. “Clearly.”
Haley opened her mouth to give the woman a piece of her mind when Beth cut her off.
“Oh, look at that,” Beth said, gesturing with her frilly pink drink towards the entrance of the bar. Everyone looked and chuckled, and for once, Haley was glad that they lived in a small town.
Jason spotted her and waved and then, of course, slapped Mitch upside his head when the man blew her a kiss. Rolling her eyes, Haley stood up and grabbed her purse.
