“I don’t have plans to talk to them about it,” I said. “Shade’s already threatened to push my dad’s snowplows off the mountain.”
“You should tell him to calm his tits so he doesn’t end up going to jail.” She laughed.
Her and Shade had gotten along swimmingly in the few minutes that they’d talked when Shade had visited. She’d even teased him about his unhealthy looking appearance at the explanation of what had happened to me.
He’d promised to visit me after I was home, but I was sure it’d be another two weeks or so before he got the balls to come back. He wanted to make sure that there was zero possibility of me bleeding anywhere around him.
Charleigh had gotten the biggest laugh ever out of Shade’s discomfort.
The two had been talking about my health on and off for the last few days.
I liked that they were friends.
It made my life easier to have Shade like Charleigh, especially since she was beginning to mean so much to me.
“Shade’s learned his lesson,” I said. “Losing his job was embarrassing for him, but it was also a wake-up call. He shouldn’t have done that, and he knows it. Sometimes he just doesn’t react the best where I’m concerned.”
“Are you two…” Charleigh gestured toward me.
“No. Shade and I are, and will always, only be friends.”
“Ahh.” Charleigh nodded. “I got that vibe off of him, but sometimes it’s hard to tell, you know?” She hesitated. “Plus, it’s good to know Shade won’t be an ass where Creed’s concerned. Especially since it’s so obvious that Creed has the hots for you.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
Charleigh took a left onto my road and slowly accelerated down the street. She came to a stop beside Creed’s truck.
“Yeah, right my ass,” Charleigh said. “I think he’s pretty into you.”
Creed stood up and walked down the length of my front walk, heading right for my door.
“How did he know I was getting out?” I grumbled.
“That would be me.” She winked. “You’re staying with him.”
Before I could express my shock at her words, she got out, closing the door on my words.
The passenger door opened and Creed got down to his haunches. “I got your packed bag. Got your doors fixed, too. But I need to head to my place. Gotta feed my cat. You ready?”
I blinked. “Ready for what?”
“To come back to my place,” he said. “We just gotta transfer you over to my truck. It’s running.”
I carefully got out of the car, ready to argue.
That argument died on my lips as Kurt Huber called out, “What the fuck is wrong with her?”
I grimaced at Kurt’s abrasive tone.
He seriously was disgusting.
“Nothing’s wrong with her.” Creed narrowed his eyes. “Mind your own goddamn business.”
Kurt puffed on his cigarette, then tossed it into the yard as far as he could get it. It landed in Boone’s yard.
“You might want to pick that up,” Charleigh suggested.
“Why would I do that, Tits McBarbie?”
