“I’d move before I run the both of you over,” she says and Bennett and I both step back. As they drive away you can see their mouths moving and I know without a doubt they are discussing us.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” he asks and I flip him off.
“I tried, you asshole, but you just kept going.”
“Why they hell are they so pissed anyway? That was so long ago.”
“Because apparently Gia and Delaney are their hairdressers and the place they all get pedicures and we’ve just somehow ruined that for them.”
I make my way back inside gathering my things. Bennett is outside calling Sutton for help. I hear her call him an idiot, then end the call.
Knowing already that because he couldn’t shut the hell up, he and I are in the doghouse with not only our ladies, but their four friends too.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Sophie
After droppingoff Lexi at home I decided to go see Kendall. I needed her to tell me how ridiculous I was being and that I needed to just get over it. She would, I know she would.
It’s not even the fact that I’m jealous, okay maybe I am a little. But it’s more the knowing he touched them and me having to sit in a chair while they do my hair and stuff. I can’t even talk about my boyfriend, like all us girls do. Because in the back of my mind I know me saying Finn’s name will just trigger memories for them.
I don’t want them to remember. Damn it, fine I am jealous. It is ridiculous!
Pulling up in front of the shop I see the tow truck is gone. Climbing out I walk inside hoping that Kendall isn’t the one out driving it. One of the guys, Leo I think, pokes his head out from beneath the hood of a truck and smiles.
“She’s out on a pickup. Shouldn’t be too much longer if you want to stick around and wait.” He flashes me a grin and before now I would have swooned a little. Leo is a good-looking guy, a bad boy type. Rugged with longer blond hair he pulls back when he is working. He has blue eyes, almost ocean blue, and dimples. But he is a player, and yes he and Kendall have had themselves a few rounds where she has shared details. Those details were hot, he is a wild one as she put it.
My cheeks feel flush but not because he’s somehow affected me. Nope, because I remember that Kendall shares how they went a round against the office door late at night after working on a car together. That door opens and her dad steps out.
“Hey, girl,” he says with smile. “Kendall will be back soon, she had a roadside pickup a few miles away.”
“Okay, I’ll stick around.” I step outside and sit down on the bench out front. Pulling out my phone I start thumbing through the messages when I hear the sounds of an approaching truck.
Lifting my head, immediately my mouth falls open in shock.
I jump up just as she pulls in and hits the brakes. She offers me a wave and a smile, before jumping down and brushing off her hands. “Oh my God! Kendall you didn’t.” I cover my mouth and literally bounce up and down on the balls of my feet. Fear and anxiety sweep over me from head to toe. “No Kendall, no no no!”
“What in the hell are you freaking out about?” She wrinkles her forehead at me.
I point to the car currently strapped in on the flatbed of her tow truck. I open my mouth, then close it again and point harder.
“Are you having a seizure? I’m starting to worry about you.”
“Stop it, you crazy, insane, out of your mind, woman!” I literally jump up and down, thinking at any point the cops are going to come screaming into the parking lot and slap handcuffs on one of my very best friends.
“Why is Ryan’s car on your truck?” I gasp, and look left and right still waiting for the calvary to come speeding in.
“Because it stopped running while tiny dick was driving home from work.” She shrugs. “I was the on rotation during the call.”
I place my hands on my hips. “And why did it stop running in the first place?”
She shrugs and I don’t believe her. But if Kendall is anything, she is calm. She is always calm. She has the most amazing poker face, she never falters.
“Kendall.” I take a step closer and lock my eyes with hers. “Did you do something to make Ryan’s car stop running?”
“I didn’t.” Again she shrugs and I know she knows something.
“Did you have someone do something to his car?” I ask, still digging for the answers I know she has.
