“Please tell me I didn’t fuck any of you last night,” I muttered, just as Jude and Roni walked in from outside.
“Not me,” Katie said brightly.
“You kissed me a couple times,” Jesse said. “But I didn’t put out.”
I groaned.
“Me either,” Amber said, giving me a nice, sympathetic smile.
“You absolutely put out,” Roni said—to Amber. “We all heard you.” She raised an eyebrow at Dylan as he sauntered down the stairs. “Both of you.”
Amber shot an embarrassed look at Katie, then hid her face behind her teacup.
Yeah, really glad I didn’t remember that.
But even though Amber and I had been lovers, not so long ago, I wasn’t too worried about getting wasted and accidentally ending up in her panties. I was cool with leaving that to Dylan these days.
I was a little more worried about ending up in Summer’s panties last night. Not that I could remember that happening, but I definitely remembered grabbing her ass a few times.
Hopefully I’d just annoyed her. Then I could apologize and smooth it over.
If I screwed her, it would get a hell of a lot more complicated.
“Did I screw Summer?” I asked Dylan as he strolled past me, into the kitchen.
“Don’t think so,” he said. “She crashed over at your place. You slept here.”
“With my dog,” Katie said.
I gave Max a little pat on the side and got up, my body creaking. Truth be told, drinking that much booze, while fun when I was twenty-one, wasn’t so enjoyable now that I was thirty-one.
I stumbled over to the kitchen island and managed to put my ass on a stool. Didn’t even bother doing up my jeans. Too much effort.
“D’you believe in karma?” I asked no one in particular, reaching for the mug of coffee Katie poured me.
“Yes,” Amber said, at the exact same time Katie said, “No.” They glanced at each other.
“Why?” Amber asked me.
“I think I may have done something really, really bad in another life,” I said.
Jude chuckled. Katie frowned a little.
Amber’s shoulders kinda dropped, but she said nothing. I knew she was tired of me feeling sorry for myself or punishing myself or whatever the fuck I’d been doing these last six months.
“How bad?” Dylan asked. He studied me through narrowed eyes as he sipped his coffee.
“Seriously bad,” I said. “Like murdering puppies bad.”
“Why would you think that?” Katie asked gently.
“’Cause I keep meeting this girl.” I sipped my coffee and twirled my finger vaguely in the air, which was maybe supposed to mimic an umbrella. “She has yellow boots. She knows about roses. I think she’s the one…”
“I think you’re still drunk, man.” That was Jesse. I swung my gaze over to him; he was sitting right next to me. Kinda forgot he was there.
Did I really try to kiss him last night?
Christ.
