Page 37 of Grave Misgivings
“I just wish I could find a guy who gets me, you know. Like you get me.”
I pull her martini away.
“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that...” She giggles.
“What the fuck do they put in these things?” I say. I take a sip, letting the sour apple taste settle on my tongue.
It’s sweet. Too fucking sweet, and I stick my tongue out, making gagging noises.
“Not enough alcohol, that’s for sure,” she replies as she flags down the bartender.
“Katy...” I plead. “It’s late, we should go.”
“You know the drill, Z. Break ups are a three drink minimum.”
I sigh as she orders us both another drink. Thank goodness we took an Uber.
“Besides, I’m on the prowl,” she says confidently.
I sigh in defeat. “For you or me?”
Katy’s been trying to play matchmaker for years, and while there have been guys she’s introduced me to who I have liked, nothing ever really works out. For either of us. It kinda sucks.
“Tonight I’m looking for you.” She flashes me with a cocky grin.
I groan. “Katy...”
“It’s been, like, a year, Zeb. You need to get laid. I heard if you don’t, your dick will literally fall off.” She sticks her tongue out at me and I take another sip of her martini.
“Not true.” I shake my head. “And didn’t you just tell me you wished youwaitedlonger?”
She scoffs at me with disdain. “I’m just saying, you need to get back out there,” she says, turning her head to scan the room.
I know better than to argue with her when she’s like this. It’s pointless, so I just let her go. I’m sure she’ll forget about it tomorrow.
“What about him?” She points to a guy over at the pool table. Tall, blonde, tan. Decked in flannel.
“Nope.” I shake my head.
“Come on! He’s cute!”
I raise an eyebrow. Yeah, he is.
I take another sip of her martini and then she grabs it from me.
“Hey!” I whine.
“What’s wrong with cute?” she presses.
“I don’t want cute, Katy.” I sigh.
She drains the last of the neon liquid, her eyes a little glassy. Silence falls between us as she narrows her gaze at me.
“I don’t want safe, or cute, or sweet. I want what’sbadfor me.” The words fall out of my mouth without warning, and I feel my face flush.
Fuck, what is in this martini?
“I know.” She sighs, and we both look at one another knowing the truth.
