“Eww, no. Rodney? He’s a total player and whores around. He’s most definitely had a shot or two over the years,” Sommer confirms. Rodney is a serial cheater, using his charms to get in the pants of anyone and everyone. Usually, he hangs at The Tall One, because everyone at Lizzie’s bar thinks he’s nasty.
Sommer looks relieved. “Okay, good. So who?” Then her eyes widen. “Was it Quinn?”
“What?” I ask, shocked by her question.
Oaklee shrugs and takes a drink. “He’s gorgeous,” she reasons. “And single. And I know Collin took you three home last night at the end of the night.”
“But…he’s like five years younger than her,” I state, pointing out the obvious.
“So?” Oaklee doesn’t seem fazed by the age difference. “Age is just a number. Plus, I hear the stamina is over the top at that age. Not that I have any complaints on stamina with my thirty-three-year-old. You know, if I were to share any of that dirt.” She winks at Sommer, who just laughs.
“You’re making her uncomfortable again,” my friend teases.
“My point is, if you want to sleep with Quinn, sleep with him. He’s a great guy, good-looking, and I’m sure he’ll treat you well. Everyone loves him,” Oaklee gushes, taking a quick drink of her iced coffee. “Well, everyone but Charli.”
My cheeks feel hot as I gape at the woman sitting next to me. “What?”
“Well, it’s obvious he pushes your buttons,” she reasons.
“Yes, but?—”
“Good thing you don’t have to worry about him anymore. Not if your bestie is doing the dirty with him. He won’t even have time to think about bugging you if he’s?—”
“I’m the one sleeping with him, not Sommer!” I whisper-yell. Realization sets in, and I can feel that blush turn into a full-fledged mortification burn.
“I totally knew it,” Oaklee replies with a grin, smugly sipping her iced coffee.
“What?” I ask, gaping back at the woman to my left.
“Oh, you totally have that ‘I just had really good sex’ face, and when Sommer tried to cover for you and say it was her, I noticed your eye twitching. That’s your tell.”
My mouth drops open. “I donothave a tell.”
“Yes, you do,” Sommer replies with a chuckle. “Right here,” she adds, tapping the underside of her eye. “It gets all twitchy.”
“It does that when Quinn is bugging you too,” Oaklee informs me.
“I can’t believe this,” I mutter to myself, finishing off my drink and then standing to go order a second. “I need another.”
“Go. This way, we have a few minutes to talk about you,” Oaklee blurts out, instantly turning her attention to Sommer, who leans in close as if to share all the dirty details.
I sigh, realizing my mistake immediately. I’m usually much cooler under pressure, but Quinn Garrison is an expert at getting under my skin.
And in my pants, apparently.
“What can I get ya?” the barista asks when I approach.
I want to order another iced coffee, but my bladder would appreciate something other than caffeine. “I’ll take a large peach passion refresher, please,” I request, pulling more cash from my pocket.
“Five oh two, please,” she says, taking my cash and placing the change on the counter. While she turns around to make my second drink, I slip the money in the tip jar and pop my hip against the counter. It doesn’t take her very long, and within a minute or two, she’s placing my second drink on the counter. “Here ya go.”
“Thank you,” I reply, grabbing a straw and returning to the table.
“Come on,” Sommer states, standing up as I approach.
“Where are we going?” I ask the two.
“Lizzie’s,” Oaklee announces. “She’s working, so we thought we’d drop in for a visit.”
