Page 11 of Wolf

“That doesn’t prove anything,” I whisper, knowing I’m fighting my own disbelief.

What else would he be doing here on a Friday night when he’s supposed to be reading scripture?

“Ha! Fine, c’mon.” She grabs my arm, and I wobble on my feet before following her out the door and behind the trailer.

She skips to the other side and pulls me in toward the window of her neighbor and I hear quite clearly, the moans and groans of two people…

“Fucking,” Darcy says with delight turning to me with a wide smile that fades at my expression.

“Shit, c’mon.” She pulls me back to the trailer and I collapse to the couch before burying my face in my hands.

He’s with some other woman. Right now. The man who whipped me for sayingdamnonce. The man who shamed me when I asked if I could wear lip gloss. The man who…

Glancing up at Darcy who’s leaning against the counter with a frown, I say, “I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders drop and she looks away. “For what?”

“Him. All of it,” I say. “I can’t believe…”

Darcy sighs and waves her hand. “It’s whatever.”

“No,” I say standing. “Can I have another beer?”

An hour later, I’m weaving in place and Darcy is laughing hysterically.

“You’re shit-faced. Epic.”

“Hmm,” I mumble, turning to her with a silly smile. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

Waving my hand I say, “Anywhere! Somewhere fun.”

She eyes me closely before saying, “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

Darcy’s car shudders and whines as she pumps the gas and turns the ignition. Finally, it starts, and she exhales before caressing the dash. “You’ve still got it, you sexy beast.”

“Sexy beast?” I giggle and she swats my arm.

“Ha! This car does more for me than any dick ever has.”

With a smile, I lean my head back and close my eyes. Since Darcy already lives on this side of town, it’s a short drive and I’m humming under my breath when we pull up to the racetrack.

With a wide smile, I say, “Fun.”

She rolls her eyes and studies me before saying, “Hold on.”

Before I know it, she’s coaxed me out of my button-down shirt, leaving me in a camisole, and she’s tied the ends of my skirt, exposing my thighs.

“Better,” she says before pulling out her lipstick.

“No red,” I say, and she blinks before selecting a deep purple hue.

Pulling my hair from my braid, I glance in the mirror and admire the way my dark eyes pop against my dark lips.

“Let’s roll. I need a toke,” she says, and I happily oblige, my head all buzzy.

We blend into a group that I don’t recognize, and when she hands me what I presume to be marijuana, I shrug and inhale heavily.

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