“I don’t know. I guess so.”
She holds the joint out to me, but there’s no way I’m putting my lips on it after sucking my cum off her dad’s fingers and then handing it back to her, so I shake my head.
“We’re almost at the finish line, and I haven’t seen my fiancé in almost two weeks. He still hasn’t even met my dad. I thought they would get to spend at least a little bit of time together before the wedding stuff starts on Saturday. Get to know each other.” She stabs the joint into the ashtray harder than is necessary. “That’s why we stayed close today, because Calvin said he would come back this afternoon, but then he didn’t. He’s just too busy partying with his friends…” Her words trail off.
I hate when she gets all sad like this. Calvin’s climbing his way up my shit list.
“Say the word, Bean, and we’re out of here. Gas tank is full. Well, mine is. Canada, Mexico, airport, whatever.”
She wraps her arms around me. “I love you, Min.”
“Love you, too. How about tonight you just go have fun, drink some ridiculously overpriced specialty martinis, and enjoy your time with your dad.”
“Yeah, okay. Be prepared to receive many, many drunk texts from me.”
“Always prepared for that. You’ve texted me some really wild shit, you know.”
“I know.” She grins and wags her eyebrows.
An hour after they leave, I get a text from a friend asking if I want to meet up at Mickey’s and shoot pool or something. That sounds like more fun than sitting at home moping about Alex.
Chapter 29
I'm the jealous type
Alex
“How are you feeling this morning, kiddo?” I ask as I drop into Lizzie’s car on Friday morning. I hired a car service to take us to and from Portland last night so neither of us had to worry about driving. After a couple of hours, she was more than a little drunk and seemed to be enjoying herself. I never did find out why the text messages she kept getting were sending her into giggle fits.
She shrugs a shoulder. “I’ve felt better, but those drinks were made with the good stuff, so that usually bodes well for me the next day.”
I chuckle. “Good. I’m really excited about this big bookstore we’re going to today.”
“Me, too. We always find cool stuff. What are you going to do tonight, Dad? I can cancel the bachelorette party so we can hang out. It’s not really a party anyway.”
“No, you go out and have fun with your friends. I’m meeting your grandparents at the airport and making sure they get settled in at the hotel here for the night.”
We pull into Amelia’s driveway. Five minutes later, she steps out of the house with dark sunglasses on her face.
Lizzie laughs as Amelia climbs into the back seat with a cringe.
“Shhhhh. You’re too loud,” Amelia says.
“Where’s your car?” Lizzie asks.
“At the bar.”
I didn’t realize she went out after we left. I should have invited her to go with us, but figured she would say no.
“You were shitfaced last night. I have so much proof,” Lizzie sing-songs. I guess that’s what had her laughing at her phone.
“Don’t remind me.”
“So shitfaced that you didn’t dance this morning because you’re hungover as fuck.”
“I danced last night. It counts.”
“Shit, we have to go get coffee and pastries. Gloria’s probably worried sick,” Lizzie says.
