“Oh, hey,” I say.
“Hey. How was the concert?” he asks, the door shutting slowly behind him.
“Good. He puts on a good show.”
“Yeah, I don’t doubt that. He’s a cool guy, proud American.” He follows me to the urinals but leaves two between us.
“For sure. He had a huge American flag roll down behind him and everything.”
“That’s awesome.”
The conversation sorta ends there, while we take care of business.
A thought comes to mind, and I wonder if I should mention Brantley’s behavior from last night. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but maybe if I let Cody deal with it, I can avoid having tension between me and Addison.
Zipping my jeans up, I step to the sink. “Addison tell you anything?” I say, regretting it almost instantly, because it came out too mysterious.
“Tell me what?” His brows knit.
“I-I don’t know…” I stammer, washing my hands.
“What happened?” he practically demands, looking at me through the mirror. He shoves his hands in his pockets, straightening his body and puffing his chest out.
“It wasn’t a big deal, I guess, but—”
“If you’re worried about it, then it sounds like it was,” he counters. It isn’t until now that I realize there’s absolutely noway I’m getting out of this.
“Brantley. He drank a lot. On the way home he was pretty…I’ll say…handsywith her.”
Obviously it wasn’t anythingtooserious, but he was trying to kiss her a lot. And more than your run-of-the-mill peck. He was practically trying to seduce her. I only saw his hand get up under the hem of her shirt once, but she was quick to shoo him off. When he tried again, she got on him about it. It was awkward for a second, but nothing a little music couldn’t fix. Chase had turned up the radio and was singing along.
“Handsy?” Cody’s eyebrows raise.
“Yeahhh.”
“You’re gonna have to explain.”
“Just, all over her.”
“Well…did she mind?” he asks, clearly not wanting to paint that picture but doing it anyway.
“I mean, kinda.”
“So, she told him to stop?” His jaw tightens and his voice does too.
“Yeah, and it took him a little too long to listen, if you ask me.” I shrug.
He huffs, angrily. “That kid continues to unimpress me.” He shakes his head.
I understand exactly how he feels. I’m still mad I didn’t step in and say something, but I was driving and hedidstop when she called him out the second time, so it was fine.
“You ain’t the only one.” I stifle a laugh.
“He’s got the wrong intentions,” Cody adds and tosses his paper towel in the trash can.
“I get that feeling too. He doesn’t understand her. At all.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll take care of this,” hesays, smacking me on the shoulder on his way out the door. “Thanks.”
