Page 62 of Crazy for this Girl

“I’d love to see what happens,” Josh counters at my back as Cal wraps a welcoming arm around my shoulders. “You’re not going to be reigning king much longer if the girls around here find out you’re fuckin’ a hick.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity, though. No one has touched you in months since they found out that you got herpes from Samantha Fuchs.”

“Motherfuck—”

Cal raises a hand, halting his teammate to finish whatever he was going to say. “I can have your jaw wired shut if you can’t learn to follow directions. I’m feelin’ a little threatened, Roberts. Don’t make me lose my fuckin’ temper at my party.”

“We can finish this later, Harper.” He nods at me. “Have fun with your side piece.”

“She’s the main course,” my best friend answers back. “And all I need. She can say more than two sentences that don’t include the wordsmallandparty.Samantha is around here somewhere. If I find her, I’ll send her your way. That’s if your dick hasn’t shriveled up and fallen off yet.”

Josh’s jaw twitches, but Cal doesn’t care, pivoting us back inside the house. People automatically part for us to get through, obviously catching some of what transpired between Cal and Josh.

I’m…shook.

I even glance up to make sure that the guy at my side who’s keeping me close and perfectly tucked into his side is really Cal.

I’ve never heard him swear so much within two minutes. I’ve never heard him severely threaten anyone either. However, it’s just him and I normally, and right now, I’m in his world, with his friend, in his state.

My best friend doesn’t stop moving, unbothered by the whispers and looks he’s receiving as we get to the middle of the makeshift dance floor in the center of the living room.

My Boo by Usher plays off the speakers, and Cal’s hand lands on my hip without so much as a question of asking me to dance or not. His other glides down one of my arms as he pulls it up to wrap around his neck, and I immediately feel that familiar crimson blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Sear this to memory,” Cal says with an easy smile as if he didn’t just go at someone’s throat a minute ago. “I don’t dance.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to at our wedding. You did say yes to my proposal after all.”

“Ah, right. I did.” He pulls me closer, and I try to loosen my body to not feel so stiff in his arms. My pulse races frantically in my veins because we haven’t been up this close since we kissed months back.

Kissed.

We kissed.

God, stop it, Laynee.

“Spring or fall wedding?”

“Huh?” I blink and shove my focus back to him. His greens glossed over in all seriousness and I shove my next words out. “Oh...doesn’t matter to me.”

“How about the Fourth of July, in the middle of the lake on one of those dangerous floating death contraptions?”

“No,” I seize out through an easy chuckle. “You will push me in that lake in my wedding dress. I don’t trust you.”

He tsks as if that’s totally ridiculous and so out of character for him. “Laynee, I’d never treat my wife like that. Why, how would that make me look?”

“Like a jerk.”

“Mhm…” His perfect lips curl a little, amused at himself and his idea that I just ruined. “I guess I’d have to make it up to you.”

“How? By buying me pizza?” I snap my fingers together as an amazing idea comes to my head. “I know, you could let me wear my Good Charlotte shirt around you without giving me grief.”

His small smile doesn’t falter when he asks, “Where is that shirt, by the way?”

I frown, silently searching my brain for the last time I saw it.

At the cabin.

Then…never again.

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