Page 27 of One Last Time
I glare at her. “Nope. I was so hammered that I fell in the pool...with my clothes on. I think I tried to kiss him, but I could be drunk dreaming that part. I know I attempted an interview and remember saying something about . . .” I drop my head in myhands.
I did not do that. No, I couldn’t have said allthat.
“About?” She prods with a hint of enjoyment in hervoice.
“Being a good lay,” I mutter each wordtentatively.
Heather bursts out laughing. She holds her stomach as she goes on and on. “You didn’t! Oh, God. You would, Kris. I love you, but you’re such a spaz-ass.”
“I would’ve been professional if my best friend hadn’t gotten mesloshed.”
Then I recall the way I couldn’t even look at him when he walked into the kitchen. I was practically drooling on myself as I sputtered out one-word responses. That is what caused me to take a stupid shot. I figured if I could get myself under control, I could manage it. Apparently, I was seriouslymistaken.
“I wasn’t holding a liquor bottle to your head. You did that all on your own.” She pushes her glasses backup.
“Thanks for reminding me,” I grumble. “I can salvagethis.”
She snorts and takes the coffee from me. “How?”
“I haven’t figured that partout.”
There is an advantage to this, I know a little more about him. Noah is a sweet guy. Considering he didn’t leave me out here cold and wet all night, I could also add on caretaker as well. I can work with that. If he were an asshole, he’d have left me to fend for myself. The memories come in small, random bursts. His smile, his laugh, the feel of his big, hard...Igasp.
“What?” Heather asks, sitting up and lookingaround.
“It’s fine. I just remembered something,” I sayquickly.
“Please tell me you didn’t do anything with him.” She gives me a pointedstare.
I shake my head. “Nothinghappened.”
“Not that it would be a bad thing,” Heather clarifies. “Noah is a good guy, and . . . you know how I feel about Scott. Plus, rebound sex is the bestsex.”
I groan, taking my coffee back. “Yes, I know how you all feel about my worthlesshusband.”
I’ve never said anything to my friends, but it was incredibly difficult knowing what they thought of him. They were right about a lot, I can admit that much, but I hated it. Having to bring him places, where he wasn’t truly welcome and hoping they’d be nice, was almost too much attimes.
When the people you love hate the person you choose, it’s like being torn inhalf.
Scott complained about my friends constantly and tried to drive a wedge betweenus.
Thankfully, he was never able to sever the bond weshare.
“You know I would’ve put up with him for the rest of my life if he made you happy, right?” Heather says as she grips myhand.
“Iknow.”
“There is no man who will ever breakus.”
I smile and sigh. “Fourchicks?”
“Four chicks who can never pick the dicks,” Heather finishes thejoke.
We always joked as kids that no dick would come between the chicks. I’d say the joke held up better than we could’ve ever imagined. Friends for over twenty years who were still as close as we were in highschool.
I laugh as an anvil slams against my skull. “I should get home,” I practically cry as I press mytemples.
I want tosleep.
