Tommy
Emmett, just say the word, and I’ll knock them all out for you.
Me
I’m with a friend. She just had a baby and needed to get out of the house. She didn’t have anyone to give her a ride, so I offered.
As Jack starts typing, a direct message separate to the group chat flashes on my phone screen.
Sawyer
Billie?
Me
Yeah.
Sawyer
I see the plan to stay away is going well then … good work.
Me
Things have gotten complicated since we last spoke.
Sawyer
Complicated, as in you put your dick in her?
Me
NO! Complicated, as in Scott broke his leg in an accident, and other than her mom, she doesn’t have a whole lot of people around her. So, I’m helping out.
Sawyer
Sure you are.
Me
Are you going to actually say anything constructive or just continue to goad me?
Sawyer
You need to tread REALLY fucking carefully. I remember telling Archer something similar when he started up a fuck-buddy arrangement with Darcy. However, this is a whole new level of danger. You know that, right?
The icy sensation chasing down my spine has nothing to do with the chill in the air.
Me
Just because I find her hot doesn’t mean that I’d make a move.
“Who’s hot?”
My in-game reflexes have nothing on the speed in which I lock my phone and shove it into my pocket.
Billie’s petite shadow looms over me as I remain seated on the park bench facing the duck pond and slowly close my eyes.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
