Page 33 of Last First Date
Who does that? I may not be Mister Monogamy, but I at least let the people I take to bed know the score before we spend the night together.And it’s safe to say I’ve never taken anyone to bed when I had some big date already planned with someone else.
Looks like Darcy just used me for a good time and that was it. I guess I should have seen it coming, but God. I really didn't. I'd actually started thinking that maybe she actually liked me for who I really am underneath all the bullshit, and that maybe I was the kind of man she would be willing to stand up for, even when it came to her mother.
I pick up the phone and text Daniels.
I need a beer.
I wait for a few minutes, then his reply comes.
It's not even nine a.m. Do you need a drink or an intervention?
I sigh and roughly tug at my hair.
A drink. Many drinks. It's bad.
Three dots appear and then disappear. Then my phone lights up with a call. What is wrong with these people? First Darcy and now Daniels. Don't these people know not to call in the middle of a text conversation?
"Where do you want to drown your sorrows, probie?"
"Riddles." Obviously. It's the best bar in Valentine. Well, it's the only real bar in Valentine, but that also means it's the best.
Besides, I know K.T. opens early and will take pity on me and let me drink away my feelings even at this ungodly hour of the morning.
"Fine. But get yourself cleaned up. I can tell from the sound of your voice that you had a rough night, and I'm not going to buy you a drink if you’re going to show up looking like you've been in a fight."
I sigh. "It wasn't that kind of rough night."
Daniels hums down the phone line. "Lady problems. Gotcha. Well, clean yourself up either way. You can't start the pity drinking festival by looking like a warmed-up bag of sad."
"See you in twenty, asshole."
"You're buying," he says.
"Whatever."
He whistles a little low sound that still sounds shrill in my eardrums. "Hope she was worth it."
I make a non-committal grunting sound and then hang up. I definitely need to shower and get out of the loft and away from the scene of the crime.
Also, I make damn sure to throw my sheets into the washer before I leave. I don't want any reminder of this horrible mess of a night lingering around when I come home.
When I arrive, Daniels is talking to K.T. about some crap or other. She's giving him her usual death glare, but because it's Daniels, he keeps on going and going like nothing is happening. Maybe he's so used to women giving him that look that it doesn't even register with him anymore.
Fucking women. At least Daniels already has a beer and two shots waiting for me at the spot next to him. He nods at me, and gestures at me to sit. I take the two shots first and then sit down.
K.T. looks me over and then pours out another two shots. "I can tell by looking at you that this is definitely a four-shot problem."
"Six," I say, even as a I reach for the next one.
K.T. gives me a glare. "Don't push it with me, Abernathy."
"Come on, K.T. I'll owe you a favor later."
She thinks it over and then snags another couple of shot glasses. "That's it though. Then you're on beer until I say otherwise."
I nod and save the remaining two shots for after the beer.
Daniels looks at me. "You still look like hell. Is this you cleaned up?"
