“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Abby. If you need money, why didn’t you ask? If not Levi or me, then Leila. We are your family and would never see you go hungry. The fridge is stocked with food.”
Abby scrunches up her nose. “Your food is barely edible, thank you very much. Some of us are happy with our extra curves. You three can take your chiseled abs and keep them to yourselves because bland food is not worth it.”
I pick Abby up off the ground and throw her over my shoulder. “Are you coming, Landon? Otherwise, you’ll need to get a ride with Tate because I am going to show this woman how great my abs are and that they are totally worth it.”
Landon offers Tate his hand to help him up, and he takes it.
“I’ll drop you home,” Tate says. “I think we should talk.”
Landon throws me his keys and gives me that “You better not fuck up my truck” glare.
“Later, losers. You two can touch poo shooters, but I will be drowning in pussy.”
“Levi,” Abby hisses like she is offended by what I said.
“What? I have the better deal. If they want to stay in their feelings, that’s on them. I know what I want, and it doesn’t involve feelings of the heart—just the genitals.”
Abby yells out “goodbye” as I walk us out of the old arena and toward Landon’s truck. They may need to sort out their shit, but I’m done waiting.I plan to make sure Abby knows she is mine, and this time I won’t give her up so easily.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Landon
I thought my talk with Tate after he figured out I was behind one of the masks went well, or at least I did until I started getting the cold shoulder. Abby is convinced he is simply a little paranoid about anyone finding out and is keeping his distance. I really hope that’s the case.
Abby’s voice carries through the house, and I follow the sound, curious and slightly concerned. It leads me down the hallway toward the media room.
When I push open the door, I stop dead in my tracks.
Abby is standing in the middle of the room in a cropped T-shirt and boy-leg underwear that rides low on her hips. Long socks stretch up to her knees. She’s swaying slightly as she attempts what I think is supposed to be a dance move, but looks more like she’s trying to shake off water.
Levi lounges on one of the recliners, smiling as he watches her butcher a Taylor Swift song.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” I ask, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.
“Landon!” Abby spins toward me, nearly losing her balance before catching herself on the back of the couch. “Abby has been having the best time. Abby found wine. Abby thinks wine is Abby’s best friend.”
Levi bursts out laughing in his recliner, nearly knocking over the drink he’s holding.
“She’s been like this for the past twenty minutes,” he says through his laughter. “I tried to get her to drink water, but she refused. She said water was boring and had no flavor.”
As I walk closer to Abby, I note her flushed cheeks, and her eyes have that glazed look that only comes with a shitload of alcohol.
“Is Abby drunk?” I ask Levi, keeping my eyes on her.
“Abby is VERY VERY drunk,” Abby answers before Levi can, throwing her arms up in the air and swaying to the music. “Abby decided that Abby needed to celebrate because Abby’s life is amazing. Abby has two gorgeous men who are obsessed with her, and Abby is going to have a third one soon if Abby plays her cards right.”
“Who’s the third one?” I ask, though I already know the answer.
“Tate!” Abby announces loudly as she attempts another dance move, this time losing her balance. I catch her before she falls, pulling her against my chest and stabilizing her with my hands on her waist.
“Okay, dance time is officially over for you,” I say, holding her steady.
“Abby disagrees,” she slurs, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans her head back against my chest, looking up at me. “Abby thinks Abby’s dancing is very sexy.”
“Abby’s dancing looks like she’s being electrocuted,” Levi says.
“Fuck you, Levi,” Abby says. “Abby thinks Levi is just jealous because Landon is stealing Abby’s attention.”
