Page 38 of Whiskey Lullaby
“I take my chances.” He went to my fridge and snagged abeer.
“It’slunch.”
He popped the tab. “Yep.” Then took aswig.
“Did ole’ Meg stay over lastnight?”
“Yeah.”
“God, you’re a dog, you know it? You don’t even likeher.”
He grinned and took another gulp while pulling his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “Sometimes Ido.”
“What the hell are you doing overhere?”
“We’re going to the Benson sisters’ house for a BBQ,remember?”
“What?” I said with a mouthful ofsandwich.
“Yeah, we talked about it last week. Daisy was really excited.” He flashed a sleazysmile.
“Oh, hell no.” Daisy Benson was possibly the most annoying woman on the face of the earth. She had this irritating habit of not eating the last bite of her fries. She’d just toss the last piece down on her plate. It drove me nuts in high school. I was pretty sure it was the only reason I had never screwed her before. Well that, and her dog-whistle octave of laugh that ended in a snort. Every single time. “I’m not spending my entire day off with Daisy Benson while you try to sack Lori again.” I tossed a hand through the air like an umpire calling an out. “Hell no, man! Forgetit.”
“What’s wrong with you? Daisy’s hot.” He chugged the rest of the beer and crushed thecan.
“She’s…” I struggled to find the words to do her justice, so I settled with, “She’s a terrible humanbeing.”
“A terrible—” he laughed, face-palming. “What has gotten intoyou?”
“She used to call me No-No our senioryear.”
“And?”
“She’s just… dumb. There is no depth there. Atall.”
“She’s got depth where it counts.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Look, you owe me for getting your ass outta jail. Daisy won’t leave us alone if she’s notpreoccupied.”
I groaned. “Fine, but I’m not fuckingher.”
“I don’t care if you play Tic-Tac-Toe as long as you keep her occupied for thirtyminutes.”
“Man, you just got laid lastnight.”
“No.” He tossed the beer in the trash then shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ididn’t.”
“You didn’t sleep withMeg?”
“What is this an FBIinterrogation?”
“It’s just…” I snarled, half confused, half intrigued. “It’s not likeyou.”
“Yeah, well, shit happenssometimes.”
Two hourslater and there I sat out in the heat with mosquitoes feasting on me like I was the damn Red Cross. Daisy yapped about some reality show while Trevor was inside banging out the bottom of Lori like she was a new set of drums. Whatever Daisy said, she evidently found hilarious because that hyena laugh pierced my ears. I was tempted to slam my face right into the grill and close the lid, but instead, I cringed away, slamming back the last of my fourth beer. The laugh finished off with that damn snort and then she scooted closer to me, pushing her tits out and scraping her teeth over her slut-redlips.
“You know,” she said, trailing her finger over my arm. “I get a lot of likes on those videos I upload of yousinging.”
“Hmm.” I tossed my beer can to the ground and leaned over to grab another beer from the cooler. I didn’t want another one. I didn’t need another one, I just wanted her hand off ofme.
