Page 3 of What I Should Have Known

“Why does Bernie owe you forty bucks?” Griffin asked as Scottie held up her index fingers like two field goal posts on a football field. Resting her forearms against the edge of the table, she pressed the tips of her thumbs together to create a square without the top line.

“Because he bet me twenty bucks to kiss anyone on the team, and then doubled that bet to kiss Mikey after Mikey bit off a dude’s thumb and still had the blood on his mouth,” she answered.

Settling the cap back on top of the glass bottle, I narrowed my gaze, taking aim to flick the ribbed metal with my middle finger. “And she did it. If I make this, then it’s only thirty bucks,” I finished.

Griffin chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Why does that not surprise me at all?”

Mikey grinned, baring both the top and bottom rows of his teeth. “I should get insurance on these the next time I go to the dentist.” He clacked his teeth together a few times.

Scottie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because you’re gonna ruin them at some point.”

“No, because they’re lethal weapons, Scotch.” Mikey pursed his lips, shooting a sarcastic glare at his girlfriend.

With my shot lined up, I released my finger, the nail ringing across the edge of the cap.

It whizzed through the air, curved to the outside of the goalposts, and right in between Mikey and Scottie, sailing on by them.

“Ow,” a woman hissed from behind Mikey.

I snapped my mouth together as five sets of fingers pointed directly at me, revealing a blurry figure.

“I amsosorry,” I quickly apologized with a slur as this stranger turned toward me, and I blinked through the haze to focus my gaze on her.

She lifted a hand to her forehead, rubbing between her eyes. Her large, round, deep blue gaze narrowed. An obvious attempt at intimidation, butwhether it was the alcohol or the fact that her features were simply soft and gentle, I couldn’t stop the smile from sliding onto my lips. Her brows were immaculate, the same light acorn shade as her medium-length hair. The bright red tank top she wore brought out the golden sun-kissed hue of her skin. My head swam, all thoughts a dizzy mess as I drank in the sight of this voluptuous woman whose curvy body was as magnetic as her steely gaze.

“And now you’re mocking me.” She shook her head, her plump lips pressing dimples into her cheeks.

A sigh slipped from my mouth.

“Come on, Kat, let’s just leave that fool,” her blonde friend said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Not until he genuinely apologizes,” she snapped.

I smiled even wider, warmth filling the pit of my stomach. “I really am sorry,” I slurred unintentionally.

She inhaled deeply, her chest rising as my gaze slid slowly down her curves. Her very thick curves.

Damn…

“He’s clearly drunk,” her friend muttered in her ear.

“It’s fine,” she replied, and the two of them disappeared into a crowd of people.

“That’s what you fucking get.” Ford whacked me on the back of my head.

I blinked rapidly, tearing my swirling vision away from where she’d just been standing. “I didn’t mean to hit her. Damn.” I rubbed at the dull thud.

Griffin snickered. “I’m surprised you didn’t try and flirt your way out of that.”

“I’m trying to turn over a new leaf,” I replied.

Mikey rolled his eyes. “Or you finally realized how terrible you are at flirting.”

Smacking my lips together, I shook my head. “I’ve got more game than you.”

“I have a girlfriend.” He raised his brows and looked at Scottie with a smirk.

“Fuck you.” I gave him the bird and then swung it to the entire table. “Fuck you all. You’re all terrible wingmen.”

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