Page 32 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“That’s weird,” Blake says.
“It gets worse. He told Brie thatI’mAmy’s one who got away.”
“You guys never even dated.”
“I know!” I’m way too into this; it can’t be normal. “Anyway, we came up with the engaged thing ‘cause dude was touching her, and she didn’t want it.”
“Pete was touching Bristol?”
I nod.
“Where?” Blake is pissed.
“Shoulder.”
“Hmm.” He rubs his chin with his thumb and forefinger. Taylor recently made him shave his goatee; I think part of him misses it. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“She had to step away to get him to drop his hand.”
“I don’t like that.”
“Me neither.” I’m reinvigorated in my dislike ofPete.If we were still kids, this is where we’d pound his face into the dirt to teach him a lesson. I’m not sure it would fly now though.
The door across the hall opens, and Amy walks out with an empty ice bucket. “What are you doing?” she asks, frowning at me.
“What do you mean?”
“That’s not your room,” she says.
“How would you know?”
“I got the list from Taylor. I know where everyone’s room is,” she sounds pleased with herself. “So, unless you aren’t sleeping with yourfiancée.”She points to 1811. “That’s your room.”
I laugh and look at Blake. “Can you believe I was about to go in the wrong room?” I hope I don’t sound as lame to her as I do to myself.
“Nah, man. You’re anidiotsometimes,” Blake says.
I walk over to 1811. “Guess I’ll just go in my room then.” If she’s believing this, it’s a miracle.
I look back at Amy. She’s waiting, arms crossed over her chest, an empty ice bucket dangling from her fingers. She raises her brows in expectation.
I swipe my room card, knowing it’s not going to work.
It doesn’t.
“That’s weird,” I say, feeling ridiculous.
“Good luck, buddy.” Blake pats me on the back. “See you in a bit for painting.”
“Yeah.” I throw him a chin nod. “Painting. Cool.” I try the key again. Nothing.
Why the fuck did I try it again?
I knock. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“What the he—” Brie opens the door and stops talking when she sees Amy behind me.
“My key isn’t working.” I hold up my room card.
