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“Never in his wildest dreams,” Katie snapped back, gesturing to where Feely was clearly getting it on with her friend. “She’s his bed buddy.Clearly.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, shaking my head. “That was a really rude, not to mention really fucked-up, thing to say to a girl.”
“It’s okay,” she chuckled, nudging my shoulder with hers. “I forgive you.”
“Are you warm enough?” I asked, noticing her shiver.
“You’re a really nice person,” she mused, looking up at me with those big, green eyes. “Did you know that?”
“How’d you figure that one?”
“Just a feeling I have,” she replied, still smiling up at me. “I’m really glad I got to talk to you tonight.”
“Yeah,” I replied, brows furrowed. “Me, too.”
“What’s going on here?” Feely arrived out of the blue and demanded, as he tried to fix the buckle on his belt. “Well?”
“What does it look like?” Katie shot back in a sickly sweet voice, while she winked at me. “Hugh and I were making acquaintances.”
“Are ya all right, Pa?” I asked, feeling a swell of concern rise up inside me when I took in his agonized expression. I stood up and quickly checked him over. “You don’t look too good, lad.”
Before Feely could get a word out, Casey staggered toward us.
“Hey, you!” Stumbling toward me, she fisted my shirt and roughly pulled me toward her. “Where’s your phone?”
Frowning, I reached into my pocket and held it up.
“Thank you,” she chirped and then proceeded to squint and tap on the keypad, all the while swaying and staggering.
A few moments passed and a loud ping sounded from nearby.
“Casey,” Katie strangled out, looking mortified. “You did not just text me from Hugh’s phone.”
“I sure did, my sweet-cheeked fox.” She winked at her friend before casting a narrowed glance at me. “You.” She pointed a finger in my face. “Call my girl.” Her words were slurred, but she still oozed confidence. “Contrary to this”—she gestured to herself—“my Katie’s a good girl, ya hear? So don’t be getting notions about all of us southside girls.” She turned to Feely and winked provocatively. “Except for you, preppy.” Grinning, she reached up and patted his cheek. “You certainly know how to use what Godgenerouslygave you, don’t ya?”
“Oh God,” Katie groaned, physically retching. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Are you okay?” Feely asked, reaching out a hand to steady her, but she quickly smacked it away.
“Please don’t touch me with those hands,” Katie grimaced, jerking out of reach, and I honestly couldn’t blame her, not when we both knew where those fingers had been.
A car horn sounded then, followed by a lad shouting, “Let’s go, Devil-tits. Your chariot awaits ya.”
“That’s me,” Katie said and then quickly backtracked. “I’m mean that’s not me. I’m not Devil-Tits.” Her face turned almost as red as her hair. “Casey is Devil-Tits. I’m just a girl bumming a lift home in that car.”
“Yeah, I knew what you meant,” I chuckled.
“Well, thanks for everything.” She held her hand out. “It’s been a pleasure.”
“Yeah.” I accepted her handshake and smiled. “The pleasure was mine.”
“Delete it.”
“Delete what?”
“Her number.”
“Who are you on about?” I slurred, leaning against the side of the mobile chip van.
