Page 54 of Reclaim

“Yes.”

“She has a name. It’s Stacey, and Stacey works here.” The sarcasm drips off my every word, the only way I can channel my anger without completely flying off the handle. “And Stacey is here right now.”

“And Stacey is here right now.” Taylah repeats in understanding. “Do you want to leave?”

“Yes. No,” I whine.

“Okay, which one is it?”

“I told Dakota I would be here. I can’t let her down.” I look across the field to find Jagger staring at me. “And I don’t know what good leaving will do, besides escalating it. I can still be mad and not act like a five year old.”

“And that’s why I’m single.”

I chuckle at her commentary, grateful she’s here to distract me. “I don’t even know which part I’m mad at--the fact that I know something happened or that he occasionally sees her.”

“So it’s not a trust issue?”

“No. I just can’t help but wonder if he should be whoring himself out. He’s missed out on a lot of women.”

“Aaannd we’re done. Where’s the sexy twin? That’s what I’m here for.”

“You mean the one with the black Under Armour singlet on and tattoo sleeve on his right arm?” Sasha chimes in, walking up behind us.

Fuckity Fuck, Sasha’s here.

“Yes, that’s the one,” Taylah answers, oblivious to the awkwardness.

“Sasha,” I say a little too cheerily. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Dakota insisted.”

“Umm Taylah this is Sasha, Dakota’s mum.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. Your timing is perfect, Emerson was just telling me about how she thinks Jagger might be better off playing the field. Being single you know?”

“What?” she asks, scrunches her nose up at me.

“Where’s Dakota?” I enthusiastically scan the area, looking for her. Sasha shakes her head, letting me know a subject change isn’t going to happen.

“Fine,” I huff. “Taylah, if you’re going to share my business at least say the whole damn story.”

“Of course, but I want to ask Sasha something first.” Taylah glares at me. It’s her courtroom stare, the one she uses before her next big move. I brace myself. “Sasha, have you seen how Jagger looks at Emerson.”

“Yes,” she answers, playing along.Didn’t she just dislike her five minutes ago?

“Can you please describe it?”

“Like she hung the moon.”

With her hands on her hips, she throws a smug smile my way. “I rest my case, bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“Now, back to the hottie on the field.”

I cringe, but Sasha looks at me and shrugs. “At least she’s funny.”

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