Page 11 of Reckless With You

“Yep. Made me a smoker because he was practicing his welding or some shit. He made one for Laney and Greg too. So, we have a smoker, and we’ve been playing around with it. It smells amazing, but if the brisket isn’t juicy, let me know.”

“You want me to tell you if something’s juicy or not?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“Oh, dear God, you have like the dirtiest mind ever,” Amelia snapped and then blushed as I looked at her.

“I know. I kind of like it that way. Though you’re usually the one with the dick jokes.”

She just shrugged and went back to looking at her soda. I looked at everyone else.

What the hell was going on?

Everybody went to set the table, but Amelia stayed at the island bar, looking at her drink.

I moved to her and took the seat next to her.

“You want to tell me what’s up?” I whispered.

“Not particularly.”

“Everyone’s purposely not talking to you or about you. And I know that you hate things like that.”

“They’re not letting me have any alcohol either. Apparently, they’re afraid I’ll drown my sorrows in booze or something.” She sounded so sarcastic and pained when she said it, I looked around. And found the bottle of whiskey on the counter.

I met her gaze, and she grinned at me, life in her eyes for the first time since I’d walked in.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.”

“At least someone does,” she mumbled. My brows shot straight up.

Okay, I needed to get the details out of her. At least, eventually. Though I wasn’t going to do it tonight. Tonight, I would pour her a shot or three of her favorite whiskey, make sure it was mixed into the Coke so not everybody would know, and then ensure that she got home okay.

Because this was my best friend’s baby sister. And if someone had hurt her, I was going to kick his or her ass.

I had a feeling that since Tobey wasn’t here, and Devin was purposely not saying a damn thing about it, something had happened.

One thing was clear. If you messed with Amelia, you messed with all of us.

Chapter 3

Amelia

“He’s a twat,”Zoey said, and I raised my brows at her.

“Why did you say ‘twat’ in a Scottish accent like that?” I asked, looking down at my single glass of wine. I hadn’t even taken a sip yet. All I wanted to do was drown my sorrows and try to pretend that everything was okay. Except it totally wasn’t okay. And I had no idea what to do. However, Zoey and Erin were at my house tonight, trying to make sure that I was all right. Not that I thought I’d ever be fine again. Because I was an idiot. A horrible, stupid idiot that had probably lost her best friend forever because I showed him my boobs.

Well, I didn’t show him all of my boobs, but enough. And plenty of the rest of my body. Dear God, I had shown him some of my cellulite. Yeah, I had cellulite. I had curves. Probably a mole or two on my back. And I had shown him all of it.

More than a bathing suit anyway. The lace of my bra had barely covered my nipples. And I had very large nipples.

Oh, God. I was going to die. My heart was going to give out, and then everything would just be better. Because that was the only way I was going to make it through this. I hadn’t heard from Tobey, and now, he knew what I looked like practically naked. I had come on to him.

And he loved someone else. He had someone else. Dear God.

“I didn’t say it Scottish?” Zoey said, and even though it had begun as a statement, she had sort of ended it as a question.

“Totally in a Scottish accent,” Erin added.

“Oh, well, I was watching this video of these two Scottish women in a car, trying to get through some flooding, and this truck drove past really quickly and made things even worse for everyone. So, anyway, one of the ladies in the car started screaming ‘twat’at the guy. In a very thick Scottish brogue.”

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