Brooks fooled around with a guy in college?
“Anyone need more shots? I’ll go get us some more.”
I push away from the table, ignoring the nearly full tray sitting right in front of me.
I need air.
I ignore all the people waving at me as I stumble through the bar and out the back door. A heavy snow is falling from the sky. The cold air burns my lungs, but it’s exactly what I need right now.
Tears sting my eyes.
To say my world has been completely rocked tonight isn’t an understatement.
Brooks and Asher? Because of course now I remember his name.
Asher with his perfectly coifed hair and solid muscles. That polo he always wore with the popped collar and perfectly pressed jeans.
Of course that is the kind of guy Brooks would be into.
Not scrawny ol’ me with my skinny jeans and old band T-shirts. Well, now my mostly plaid shirts and Tinsel Tavern black tee.
“You okay?” Hunter asks, disrupting my spiraling thoughts.
“What the hell were you playing at in there? Hmm?” I spin on my heel, turning my anger toward Hunter. “What was the point of that? Were you trying to make me feel like shit?”
Hunter throws up his hands in defense. “I didn’t actually think it would?—”
“Would what?” I cut him off. “Prove once and for all that Brooks isn’t into men, or that he’s just not intome?”
“Charlie.”
Could this night get any worse?
“Just leave me alone.”
Hunter at least has the gall to look chagrined. “I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t know this would happen.”
“That you’d break my heart because after all this time it turns out being in love with my best friend is never going to amount to anything because he just wasn’t intome?”
“Uhh, guys?”
That voice.
Oh, fuck me.
Brooks.
I guess this night could get worse.
Chapter Eight
BROOKS
TOO MUCH TRUTH
“I’ll go check on him.” Hunter groans as he stands and follows the path Charlie just cut through the bar. My eyes lock on to his retreating form.
“What do you think that was all about?” I ask the guys as Hunter stalks off after Charlie. I don’t know what caused Charlie to bolt from the table so fast.
