I let out an exasperated sigh, letting my head sink onto my hands resting on the table. “I know, okay? I was stupid,” I groan out, frustration evident in my voice.
Between fits of laughter, Mac manages to speak, “That wasn’t just stupid, Mouse. That was borderline suicidal.”
I sit up straight, defending myself, “Hey, how was I supposed to know it takes more than one person to water a boat? I can handle driving a car out of the shop by myself just fine.”
Tally, amused by my predicament, chimes in, “The fact that it’s a forty-foot boat that weighs at least ten thousand pounds should have been a clue.”
“Fine, okay? I messed up, I get it,” I admit, my exasperation still evident. “But seriously, what should I have done? Ask Satan for help? I would rather?—”
“Die? We know. You nearly did.” Mac’s tone changes from amusement to sternness without missing a beat, leaving me feeling a sudden shift in the atmosphere.
Tally leans in closer, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine as she pries, “But she didn’t, thanks to Nash coming to her rescue. Spill the tea. Was it just a one-night stand with him, or are you looking for something more?”
“She slept withbabyJones?” Mac interjects, somewhat shocked.
I shoot her a glare.
How many people does she want to tell this funny little tidbit?
Tally grins mischievously, confirming, “Oh, she did, and he’s itching for a repeat. Tim is in his crew, and he texted me earlier about how Nash couldn’t stop talking about needing totake another spin on that rideall day.”
My frown deepens as I mutter, “He said what? That little fucker.”
Who does he think he is?
Tally continues, reveling in the gossip, “Sounds like he’s got it bad. Nash doesn’t usually go for seconds. Every girl around here knows that.”
Is this guy walking around town with a cardboard sign that says,I’m gonna rock your world just once, then you can go fuck off?
If so, why haven’t I seen it?
I scoff, my irritation showing. “No, it sounds like I’m some new and shiny toy to him, and he can go fuck himself. It’s never gonna happen again.”
Tally grins. “Sure.” Then she adds, “Hunter would be a much better option anyway.”
I roll my eyes at that. “I’ve already told you, I’m not fucking any more Joneses.”
Even if it’s a shame.
Mac adds with a sly grin, “Not evenDaddyJones?”
God, he’s like a hot, brooding daddy, isn’t he?
I chuckle and clarify, “You mean Satan? He fucking hates me, and the feeling is mutual.”
Mac just nonchalantly shrugs and remarks, “I know. But hate sex can be pretty damn good.”
Of course, that prompts my mind to dive into the gutter.
Fuck. I bet hate sex with him really would be amazing.
Tally giggles and chimes in, “I don’t know much about hate sex, but I can confirm that North is undeniably hot. All of them are.”
“True,” I agree reluctantly. “It’s unfair how someone so ugly on the inside can be that attractive.”
I can’t even imagine how hot that guy could be if he ever decided to drop the whole asshole act. Then again, maybe his attitude is part of what makes him so hot.
What do I know?
