“Please,” he pleaded. “I know I fucked up and it has to do with her family farm and I don’t want to just‚—look I just want to sit down and talk to her. Tell her that you can be there, we need to talk before my father does something stupid.”
I glared at him, trying to be mad at him, but he looked genuinely concerned for her.
“Maybe you should have taken her calls or actually been someone she could have relied on,” I said, snapping my mouth shut.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.
“I should have and I’m realizing I’m a big fucking asshole, taking my anger out on the wrong person,” he sighed. “Look, I just want to make things right with her, but I’m getting nowhere.”
“And what do you expect me to do?” I sighed. “Put in a good word for you? Because I won’t do that.”
He chuckled. “No Kitten, I don’t expect that you would. I just need to speak to her, so if there's a way for me to sit down with her?—”
“Do you expect me to lie to her just so that you can get your chance to talk to her?” I scoffed.
“No, maybe dinner out and I show up?” He raised his brow.
“Nash—”
“I promise I’m not here to hurt her. My father needs some papers and something else concerning the farm,” he said, taking his hat off and running a hat through his hair. “Iris loves that farm and?—”
“I know how much she loves that farm,” I interrupted him. “If I help you, Nash, and you fuck her over I swear, I will make you regret it.”
“So, you will help me?” He gave me a big smile that made my heart flutter.
“I’ll think about it,” I growled, turning around, mentally scolding myself for finding Iris’ husband attractive.
“Please, Beau,” he pleaded.
I looked over my shoulder to see him giving me big ol’ puppy dog eyes. I'd like to say that didn’t work, but I’m only averysingle bi man. How the hell does Iris say no to him?
“I said I’ll think about it,” I said, walking away before I decided to help or get on my knees for him.
The bar had a decent amount of people and the best part; we didn’t have a single mean girl in sight. I didn’t know that god was looking out for us, but I loved the crew tonight. Margo, Sandy and Mindy were my favorites, of course, after Iris.
I dropped off my things in the break room, catching Iris taking off her sweater, showing me just a little of her midriff. Since I had seen her in her cowgirl get up, my mind had thought about what she would look like spread out on my bed or pressed up against the wall in just her boots.
“Oh, hey, Beau,” she said, pulling me away from my bad thoughts.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I said, giving her a hug and kissing her head. “How are you?”
“I’m ok,” she shrugged, pushing her purse into her locker with her sweater.
“What happened?” I knew something was up.
“Nash is an ass and I hate him,” she said, slamming the locker door.
“So, nothing new?” I chuckled, but she didn’t like I hoped she would.
“I just hate that he thinks he can come here and make demands like he didn’t just ignore me since we've been marr—” Iris looked at the door worried. “I just wish I could forget about him for a few hours. I need a fucking break.”
The offer to fuck her senseless was at the tip of my tongue, but that might not have been appropriate. Iris looked like the sort of woman who stayed loyal no matter the instance.
“Sorry, I know that's all I talk about lately it's just?—”
“Hey, none of that.” I walked over to her, pulling her into my arms. “If talking about it is what you need, then talk. You will hear no complaints from me.”
She mumbled something against my chest that I couldn’t hear.
