Page 31 of Her Trick His Treat

I stood my ground, jaw clenched as I waited for him to make the first move. He shoved me, and I shoved back. And that was as far as we got before Sonny jumped between us.

“Knock it off!”

“What Camryn and I do is none of your fucking business.”

“The fuck it’s not. Jan is freaking out. Camryn is like her little sister, and she was missing all night,” Buck continued.

“Camryn is thirty years old, Buck. She’s not a fucking kid. And like I said, it is none of your business.”

“You two idiots don’t stop squaring off at each other and I’m calling it,” Sonny said.

“What? No! We aren’t doing that, Sonny,” I growled, not wanting to waste time with this shit but knowing these two were never going to back off if I didn’t accept the challenge.

“Call it, Sonny. This fucker is going down!” Buck growled.

“Goddamn it,” I grunted, tossing my keys and phone on the grass and stepping out of my sneakers.

“Okay. The challenge is accepted. You know the rules. Shoes and socks, off. Now, get on the concrete.”

“You two are fucking assholes,” I spat and assumed the position.

“Ready?” Sonny asked, ignoring me as Buck got down on my newly redone asphalt driveway.

“The planking contest starts now,” Sonny said, grinning like the moron he was.

He had his phone out and started recording, leaning his dumb ass against my car.

I could not believe we were doing this. Every time something went wrong in college, something that needed to be worked out. This was how we did it. A plank off. Regardless of weather.

“Get your fat fucking ass off my BMW, Sonny,” I grunted.

“Fuck you,” he replied still recording us. “Be happy it’s not summer. That asphalt would be burning your hairy fucking arm skin off.”

Buck snorted. The hairless motherfucker.

“Where were you going right now?” he asked.

“Right now? To Camryn’s. To talk,” I added before he started crying again.

“Look, my wife was pissed and worried. Sorry I came at you hot,” he muttered.

“I’m glad Camryn has someone who cares about her, Buck. But I am one of those people, too.”

“How the fuck you figure that? You just met her,” he pointed out unhelpfully.

“Sometimes you just know,” Sonny said, and I was about to agree, but then the asshole added. “But I never figured Tommy Boy here for a relationship.”

“Fuck you guys. I haven’t seen you in years. I’ve matured. Besides, there’s something about Camryn, man. She’s special. She’s—” I had to bite my lip because I was going to saymine, and I figured neither of these assholes would appreciate that.

“Come on, Tommy. Give in. I’ve been hitting the gym hard for my lady,” Buck taunted.

“Fuck you, love handles. I ain’t giving up,” I replied, taunting him with his college nickname.

“Dick.”

“Pussy.”

“Okay, ladies, you two done with the name calling? The first one of you to move is out,” Sonny said, and I concentrated on my form.

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