That settles it—the hole is for her.And Kirk can go in there, too. He hasn’t made a single move to put her in her place.
I’m racking my brain for something to say when a cup appears in my hand.
“Your drink, m’lady.”
Lane is standing behind me, and I breath out a sigh of relief as he throws an arm over my shoulders, turning to face the other two.
“Hey, Kirk.” He keeps his voice steady and smooth. “What’s up?”
My ex’s eyes dart back and forth, from me to Lane and back again—he’s clearly surprised to see him here, a whole world away from Sycamore Heights.
“Nothing much.” He scratches the back of his neck.
Lane leans into my cup and casually sucks on my straw. You could cut the air with a knife. I’m getting a real kick out of the look on Kirk’s and Emily’s faces.
Emily peers at Lane. “And you are?”
Back off.
“Lane,” Kirk answers for him. “He’s at school with us. The others are back that way,” he says darkly, with a nod. “You coming, Em?”
The pair drift off into the night.
Em?Gross.
Lane shoots me a knowing look. “Drink up.”
I don’t need much encouragement. In fact, I drain my piña colada in one go.Whoa.I wince at the hit. I’m not a big drinker, and I make a mental note to keep myself in check—I don’t want a repeat of two years ago, when I nearly threw up right in Kirk’s lap. Though now that I think about it, I regret not doing it.
Lane peers at me with concern. “You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
I shake my head. “Shut up. I’m just pissed, sad, and basically speechless. Oh—and also not drunk enough.”
“Did you see his face when I interrupted you guys? I’m pretty sure I wrecked his night.”
“You think so?”
I may be stubborn, but I’m not stupid. It’s been four months since he dumped me, and he’s already on his second rebound. Game over.
“Not sure. But I’ve got an idea for you.”
I sigh, tucking my hair behind my ears. “What kind of idea?”
“This won’t be easy, but I think you can handle it.”
“Now you’ve got me worried. If you’re thinking skinny-dipping, think again.”
“Damn it. Okay, well let’s go for option two, then.” He pauses. “I’m going to kiss you.”
Haha. Good one.
“What’s option three?”
He shrugs. “There isn’t one.”
I peer at him. “Are you wasted already?”
“Nope. I just think Kirk needs to be taught a lesson.” He frowns. “It’s like he feels he can do whatever he wants, and it’s starting to really piss me off.”
