Page 82 of Waiting for Acceptance
“How?” I try to recall a time I've worn them around her and come up empty.
“The night we ran into you at Lucky Bastard, you were wearing them.”
“I was?” I frown, catching a confused look from her.
“Damn, and you say shit about how muchIdrink.” I roll my eyes at her and she tells me to pick something else.
“Okay, uh… I played baseball in high school.” Her mouth pops open and she looks me up and down. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just puttingbuy Fitz baseball pantson my to-do list for tomorrow.”
“No, thank you.” I take a sip of the wine Lauren picked, and I have to admit, it’s actually good as hell.
She playfully scoffs. “Are you saying you wouldn’t wear baseball pants for me?” I think about it for a minute.
“Just the pants, right? Not a whole uniform.”
“No, that’d be weird.” She scrunches her nose and I reach across and pinch it.
“Well, I don’t know, you might be into that sort of thing.” She starts laughing at me and I start sifting through my cards again. “Is it your turn yet? Mine has gone on way too long.”
“Not my fault your first thing was something I already knew,” she mumbles under her breath, playing her cards until she has to draw one.
“Finally.” I sigh in relief.
She fires off her fact without hesitation. “I secretly went to cosmetology school before getting my degree in marketing.”
“Why secretly?”
She shakes her head, wagging her finger at me as she finishes off her glass of wine. “No follow-up questions.”
“I don’t like these rules.” She shoots me a sassy look and I pull out a reverse. “Yes! You again.”
“Ginny was named after a character on one of my favorite TV shows because I was in the middle of a binge re-watch and was lacking in creativity.” A second later I see movement out of the corner of my eye and jump. “Speak of the devil.”
“Yes?” I tease, and she rolls her eyes at me. Ginny walks up and begins rubbing against my calves. “Hey there Gin. Where the hell have you been hiding?” I look over at Lauren and her cheeks have turned red.
“I put her in the bedroom when we got back.” I’m curious for a moment if she knew where tonight might lead, but the fact that she locked Ginny up in another room along with that sexy lace number she had on, I think she just might have. “Your turn.” I look down to see I have no cards and draw, thinking of another thing to tell her.
“The first, and only, tattoo I got when I turned 18 was a bull.” She pours herself another glass of wine, topping mine off as well.
“Why a bull?”
“No follow-up questions,” I remind her.
“Ugh, fine.” The card I laid down was a draw two so it’s immediately her turn.
“In eighth grade I memorized every single state flower and bird.”
“Pleaselet me ask a follow-up question,” I beg, making her giggle.
“No! I was so weird and that’s all you need to know.” She hops up and takes the wine bottle to the recycling bin before returning to our game. Meanwhile, Ginny curls up on the couch and looks like she’s going right back to sleep. I thought kittens were more active than this. “Okay, we’re running low on cards so make your next one good,” she yells from the fridge, and I look over my shoulder, only to see her hidden by the door of it.
“Do you want me to say it while you’re in there?” I hear her mumble something to herself and then I hear something click.
“Uh, no. Just wait for me. Hey, can you close your eyes again?” I glare in her direction, fully aware she can’t see me, then I do as she’s asked.
“They’re closed.” I hear her shut the doors, followed by a cabinet and a drawer and I can’t for the life of me figure out what she’s doing.
