I laugh caustically. “You broke up with me, Ryland. You’ve been dating other women. I’m not sure what you think I owe you, but the answer is nothing. I owe you nothing. Have a nice visit to the Twin Cities. Maybe you can hit the Mall of America and find a cute souvenir for your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says, huffing out a deep breath. “You’re my only girlfriend. Those were just women I killed time with. None of them made me feel anything. Not like you.”
“Oh my god,” I mutter. “You must be joking.”
“I… Can we go somewhere and talk? I’m sorry for ending things. It was a mistake, and I realize that now. We were so good together, Indigo. I’m asking for another chance.” With every word, his voice rises in volume, and frustration twists his classically handsome features into something harsh and ugly.
“I have a boyfriend,” I say with finality. Keys in hand, I unlock the rental door and step over the threshold, my hand firmly on the handle. “I’m sorry you made the trip for nothing, but I’m not sure why you thought this was a good idea. Tell my dad thanks for the gifts.”
“Indigo—”
I pull the door shut and lock it before he can finish spouting whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth and lean against it, sagging.
“Tell me that’s not who I think it is out there?”
When I look up, Lola’s standing five feet away with her arms crossed, Megan beside her, looking concerned. “Unfortunately, I can’t do that.”
“What the fuck?” Lola lunges for the doorknob, but I stop her. It would probably be easier to hose blood off the porch, but I’m not interested in spending the next few decades visiting my bestie in jail instead of hanging out at one of our houses while we watch movies and eat popcorn.
“A little help?” I ask Megan as the fierce little Tasmanian devil in my hands hisses and spits in her anger, twisting and fighting to break free from my hold and tear my ex-boyfriend to shreds.
Megan laughs, but she wraps her arms around Lola’s middle and picks her up off the floor like she’s nothing more than a naughty kitten. “Okay, killer, calm down.”
“Let me down, Meg, or I swear to god, I won’t eat your pussy for a week.”
I cover my mouth to stifle my laughter, but clearly don’t do a good enough job of it, because Lola glares and points a finger at me.
“Andyou. I will sell a story about how you drooled so much in your sleep after drinking one night that your cheek was prune-y, like you’d spent a few hours submerged in water.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss as Megan takes a turn trying to stifle her laughter.
“You bet your ass I would.”
Glancing out of the window, I watch Ryland leave our gifts on the porch before climbing into his rental car and pulling away from the curb. “Fine. Megan, you can let her down.”
Megan obliges, but not before she presses a kiss to Lola’s lips and smacks her ass. “You’re not the only one capable of doling out punishment, baby girl. Don’t forget that.”
Damn. Okay. Hockey players can get it. It doesn’t matter if they’re men or women.
Lola shoots one last glare at her girlfriend before she yanks the door open and storms out onto the porch in nothing but an oversized shirt, some boy shorts, and socks. She’s spitting mad and ready for a fight, but Ryland is long gone.
“What did that motherfucker say?” she demands when she stomps back inside. “Tell me everything.”
“Fine.” I sigh deeply, my shoulders sagging as I drop my purse and overnight bag on the floor. “But let’s get these packages inside. And I’m going to need more coffee for this conversation.”
Lola frowns at me, but a moment later, she’s squeezing me so tightly in a hug that I silently beg Megan to save me. “I’ll make it.”
“Thanks, Lols.”
This morning started out so well. How did it take such a hard right so quickly?
forty-five
INDIGO
So much forgetting some writing done.
“Are you going to tell Bash?” Lola frowns as I pour myself another cup of coffee.
