Page 62 of Dirty Player

My phone rings and I grab at it, forcing it to go bouncing along the bar. Stephanie snatches it and stares at the screen. Then holds it up.

“Really, Kaylee? Levi Montgomery!?”

Oops. The cat is out of the bag I guess.

“We’re just fucking.” I shrug and slump in my seat. Before I realize what’s happening, Stephanie swipes the phone, answering it.

I sit up straight, wobble, and the guy behind me steadies me.

“Woah, darling.”

Ugh.

Stupid men.

I wriggle out of his hands and focus on getting my phone back.

“Hello Levi,” Steph says to Levi as the world wobbles.Maybe it was five margaritas...“Yes, it’s Steph. It appears my best friend has been keeping a secret.”

She frowns at me.

Oops. But to be fair...I can’t remember why it was a secret. Ooh, this is my favorite song.

I try to climb off the stool, catch my heel in it and end up back in the arms of the guy behind me again.

“This is becoming a habit.” He smirks.

“Take your hands off me.” I growl.

“What? Oh, that’s your girl, shit-faced and being manhandled by drunk guys.” Steph shakes her head at me, then says, “I bet you will be. Goodbye.”

I reach out my hand, but she slaps the phone down on the bar.

“Yournot-boyfriend will be here in a few minutes.”

“He isn’t my bowyfwrend.” I shake my head. “Just fucking. I told choo.”

Internally, I start making choo-choo train noises and force back my giggle.

Then fail.

I snort laugh and make a little train with my hand and move it between us. Although mine is a flying train.

Anyway...that’s not important, I think.

What were we talking about?

Oh, Levi.

Steph lifts her brows, and I can see she wants to laugh, but instead shakes her head

“Is this why you’ve been drinking like you just returned from a month in the desert?” she asks. “Let me guess, he hasn’t invited you to Thanksgiving.”

I slump in the seat.

“He can’t. I can’t. Dad would...” I can’t get that damn choo-choo train out of my head, which I’m certain Dad would think it hilarious.

“Kaylee!”

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