“Won’t that make it hard when you finally tell her?”
“Maybe.”
Ev shakes her head. “There’s nomaybeabout it, my friend. Women don’t like to be lied to.”
I scrub my hands down my face and scratch my scruff. I can’t remember the last time I shaved.
Evelyn moves closer and puts her arms around my waist. “Ryker. I saw the way that woman looked at you. Tell her. Sooner, rather than later. She’ll forgive you if it comes from your mouth. Don’t let her find out from someone else.”
I hug Ev back. “Can’t.”
She squeezes my waist one more time before stepping back. “Mark my words. This will end badly.”
I roll my eyes at her. “Always so dramatic.”
“Seems you have a type,” she winks. “Night-night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the terrorists bite.”
With that, she breezes out of the guest house and back to her life.
I slump onto a nearby stool.
Tell her.Yeah, right. Easier said than done.
Chapter 21
“You’re making it hard for me not to murder someone today.”
-Cat
The nightmares wake me before dawn, once again. Thankfully, I didn’t have to run for my life this time. But, I felt like shit was going down, all the same.
When thelady of the manorentered the guest house last night, I could see the history between her and Ryker.
Just friends, my ass.
Did he forget I’ve spent my entire life sussing out liars and general idiots?
Her timing was as impeccable as her casual outfit. The willowy blonde must have stepped off the pages of a Talbots catalog before entering the house. Everything matched. Not a hair was out of place.
Evelyn had that effortless grace and confidence of a woman who’s been popular her whole life. It was easy to see what Ryker saw in her with the blonde hair and blue eyes. Her fair skin contrasted nicely with his darker tones. She probably glowed in the dark when they had sex.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
I don’t know why I was torturing myself like this. She might be theafterto mybeforepicture, but she seemed genuinely friendly. And wasn’t that the thing that chapped my ass the most? I wanted to hate her, and I didn’t even know why.
Yeah. You do. You were about to get it on like Donkey Kong, and that bitch interrupted! Total coochie blocker!
Coochie Mama is fit to be tied this morning.
I remind her that we don’t call other women bitch because they have their shit together, and we don’t. We also don’t get jealous of a successful woman. They’re not taking something away from us. We need to celebrate all of the successes.
Even if it means the guy we like chooses someone else.
Needless to say, we didn’t sleep very well.
Because we could have had melatonin sex last night!
In case you were wondering - melatonin sex is sex so good, the orgasm knocks you right out for the rest of the night. Salt ’n Pepa even wrote a song lyric about it.
