Page 77 of Love Unavoidable
“What’d you do when you were trying to get over Kat? Or waiting for her to come back to you?”
“I worked, boxed, ran, and redid my house.”
“That’s about where I’m at.”
“Dude, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this, you know what you need to do—”
The alarm sounds before he can finish his sentence.
“Text me, gotta go.” I hang up and race for the truck, forgetting about Brad’s idea.
The call is for a three-car pile-up on the interstate. When we get there, I’m relieved to see the injuries are minor even though the cars are smashed. We check out the people in the cars, then help clear the scene, and are heading back to the station when another call comes in.
At this rate, my night should go by quickly, which thrills me.
I turn to the guy next to me. “What was the call, I missed it.”
“Some chick is stuck in the bathroom window over at The Recovery Room.”
“In the window?” I ask.
“She’s wedged in there something good, apparently. I didn’t get the whole story. Maybe she was trying to skip out on her bill.”
“That makes no sense. How do people even get themselves into these situations? I swear if this is a bogus call . . .”
“Preaching to the choir, brother,” the guy says back.
We pull up to The Recovery Room a short-time later. It’s my favorite hangout in town. It’s most people’s favorite hangout, so it doesn’t surprise me that this is where the incident is. We enter through the back entrance since that’s where we parked and that’s where the bathrooms are. I see a large crowd of women gathered by the south wall, near where I’m assuming the window for the restroom is.
I turn to a couple of the guys and say, “You want to take outside and Spence and I will take inside?” They nod in agreement and Spence and I head inside the bar.
“Coming through, folks. Pardon, coming through,” I call out as we make our way through the crowd and into the restroom. I hear giggling coming from inside and around the corner. And then a voice I would recognize anywhere.
Kat.
“I don’t mean to laugh, Sadie. It’s just . . . I laugh at inappropriate times. And you have to admit, this is pretty fucking funny.”
Which means . . .
I peek my head around the wall, and sure enough, there is a body stuck hanging halfway in the window. Or halfway out the window, depending on your perspective. Regardless, I would recognize that ass anywhere.
“Sadie?” I ask, just to be sure.
Kat looks up. “Ethan? You aren’t working tonight.”
Sadie’s ass wiggles back and forth like a fish out of water.
“Kat?” I hear her yell, her voice getting increasingly shrill. “Did you say, Ethan? Please tell me Ethan isn’t here.”
“Ethan isn’t here.” Kat pats her on the ass to pacify her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell Spence.
“What? Kat? Was that Ethan?” Sadie wiggles and grunts. I have to laugh as I run up the stairwell to get to street level at the back of the building. Pushing my way through the crowd to get to the front, I kneel by her head and lean my own down, almost to the ground. She attempts to lift her head, grunting as she does. Probably from the pressure on her mid-section and core.
“Hey, Grace.”
“Wow, this must be some date you are on. You and your date playing dress up?” she chuckles. “Oh, it hurts to laugh.”
“You know this lady?” one of the other guys asks. I nod in response.
He holds his hand up, palms facing outward. “By all means, be my guest. She’s all yours.” He and the other guys back away into the small crowd, dispersing the lookie-loos as they go.
