Page 70 of Wingwoman
I gave Josh a weak smile and plodded into the kitchen, pouring myself a coffee. “Be straight with me. How bad was last night?”
He grimaced, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the dining table. “It wasn’tgood.”
With a sigh, I sat down next to him. Usually, I delight in my first sip of coffee of the day, but this morning, the smell alone turned my stomach. “Let’s start with Drake and the punch… should I expect cops showing up here to arrest you for assault?”
Josh shook his head. “There were enough women in the audience who saw how handsy he was being with you and how he kissed you against your will. They threatened to testify that he sexually assaulted you first. So Drake won’t be a problem.”
I exhaled in relief. “I guess it helps you’re beloved by the community of women and they were willing to stand up to spare you.”
Josh gave a noncommittal shrug.
“Is there footage of the punch? You can’t tell me that people didn’t record that shit with their phones.”
“Well that’s a good news bad news situation. A few people filmed us and posted it. It’s being picked up everywhere…”
“I assume that’s the bad news,” I said. “So what’s the good news there?”
His grin widened. “We look like badasses in it.”
My brows lifted. “We?”
“You fight off a man giving you an unwanted advance. And I ‘defended’ your honor.” He threw air quotes around the word.
“In other words, you look like my hero.”
“Not necessarily. You saved yourself. But… we do look like a couple. Very publicly so. It’s been picked up by just about every site around. So really the bad news here is there’s no more anonymity. Everyone knows who you are. And everyone assumes we’re dating.”
I squeezed my eyes together, trying to make the pounding headache at my temples go away. “Okay, what else?” Let’s rip the Band-Aid off.
“Your sisters were fine. Stunned, but fine.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from correcting him that they weren’t even mystepsisters yet. But after my behavior last night? I should probably cool it on the sass. Both soberly and drunkenly. Maybe just cool it on booze altogether.
“Maggie’s okay,” Josh continued, “Matt made sure she got home safely.”
“Matt? The guy who clearly wanted to get in her pants?”
Josh put his hands out to calm me in the same way he might try to calm a feral horse. “Matt’s my best friend. I promise you, he would never take advantage of Maggie. Plus, she was sober.”
Still, I yanked my phone free from the back pocket of my shorts and pulled up Maggie’s text thread, sending her a quick message asking if she’s alright. “She’s still my client and I’m responsible for her. Even if she wasn’t paying for my time last night.”
“Good thing she wasn’t paying you for last night,” Josh muttered.
On any other day I would have sent him a scowl. But today? I deserved that.
“And Vivian?” I swallowed the guilt-addled lump in my throat.
Josh held my gaze for a long breath. “Julianne, Raeanne, and Maryanne got her home.”
After another pause, I asked, “Was it as bad as I remember?”
“Worse,” Josh whispered.
The exhale whooshed from my lips and I lowered my forehead to the table. “I owe her an apology.”
“Abigone.”
Rolling onto my cheek to glare at him, I said, “ I know.”
