Page 71 of The Wildest One
But my silence had lasted all of, what, seven minutes before I found myself here?
“Last night …” I let out a loud breath. “Guess who I ran into.”
“I’m going to assume it was a woman.” Eden waited to see if I reacted, which I didn’t, and then added, “I don’t have enough fingers to list all the ladies I think it could be.” She smiled.
I rolled my eyes until they closed, my head slightly shaking. “I ran into Jolie.”
Walker clasped his hand on mine. “The chick from Boston?”
I nodded.
“She’s in LA?” Eden asked.
“She was at Musik last night,” I told them.
“Did you know she was going to be there?” Hart asked.
Just like I thought—a verbal firing squad.
I stretched my arms up, my palms cupping the back of my head. “I ran into her randomly and couldn’t fucking believe my eyes. Never had I thought she’d be there, and I’m sure she thought the same about me.”
Eden held her drink close to her lips. “Did you tell her about Africa?”
“I did.”
“Did she give you shit for not reaching out to her once you realized the text hadn’t gone through?” Hart asked.
Although the stool didn’t have any give, I rocked over the seat, the amount of questions nearing an overwhelming stage. “She gave me a little shit, but I deserved a lot more. I should have reached out to her after the Boston game. I don’t know why the hell I didn’t.”
“So, that led to her going home with you … I assume?” Eden took a long drink and set the glass down.
I laughed. “Solid assumption.”
“Ugh. I wish you guys led with your brains and not that thing between your legs.”
Still chuckling, I said, “What does that mean?”
“You haven’t seen her in two-plus years. You fucked up. So, why not make it right and ask her out on a date? Why not spend time together that doesn’t involve getting naked?” She waved the air. “Anyway, keep going.”
Did Eden have a point?
Was that what Jolie was looking for?
But it had hardly taken any convincing for her to come to my place.
My arms dropped, and I gripped the edge of the bar. “She took off at around five this morning. She didn’t even wake me up, she just left. I don’t know how long she’s going to be here for. And when I asked her to come here tonight, she told me she’d let me know.”
“Holy fuck,” Hart groaned. “I wish Colson were here instead of at some little kid’s birthday party with Ellie. He’s missing out on some good shit.”
“I know one of you will be texting him to fill him in before the night is over.” I looked at Eden, not because she was the drama spreader, but because she wouldn’t want Colson to feel left out. “Am I right?” I winked at her.
“We need to back up for a second.” Her hand was now on my arm. “You’re telling me she took off before it was even light out? And you don’t know if you’ll see her before she flies back to Boston?”
“That’s what I’m telling you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Did you piss her off?”
This time, when I exhaled, it came through my nose. “Not that I know of?—”
