Page 60 of Can't Get Over You
You really need to shut your mouth.
No, but literally, don’t say another word.
Except her brain was bobbing like a scoop of sherbet in a punch bowl, and she kept losing her train of thought. “Do you still bang all the girls? You know, like you did in high school?”
“Shh, Fee,” Willa said. “No talking.”
“I saw your butt once.” She giggled.
“Finlay,” Willa warned, but she stumbled, and she’d have gone down like a rag doll if Jude hadn’t caught her. “Dammit. I have a flight in the morning. I wasn’t supposed to drink tonight.”
“No, but I did,” Finlay continued. “He was banging Laura Edelson in her mom’s Jeep, and his butt was going like—” Shethrust her hips back and forth so hard she got dizzy and spun in a circle.
A group of tourists had to break apart to avoid getting hit by her whirling dervish dance.
“Whoa.” In apology, she held her hands out in front of her. “Sorry.” After they passed, the trio continued in lockstep. “Anyhow. It washot.”
“Okay, Fee,” Willa said. “Use your inside voice.”
“But I’m outside.”
“I know, but he’s right there.” Willa pointed at Jude.
“I know. I’m talking to him.” She looked at Jude. “I’m talking to you.” Still, he ignored her. “Do you hear me? You’re not saying anything.”
“When you say something worth responding to, I’ll talk,” Jude said gruffly.
“But I did,” Finlay said, confused. “I asked you a question.”
“You asked me if I still bang all the girls.”
“That’s right. Do you?” she asked.
“Sure, Fee.” He released a long-suffering sigh. “I bang.”
“Just not me. That gave me a complex. For the longest time, I thought I wasn’t bangable.”
“Oh, honey, you are,” Willa said. “You’re so bangable. If I were a guy, I would totally bang you.”
“Bang me,” a guy shouted as he passed by with a few friends.
“Okay, ladies.” At the Wild Rose Inn and Saloon, Jude opened the door.
Unlike the riotous bar they’d just left, the red, gold, and dark wood-paneled saloon was quiet, with only a few patrons talking at tables.
Where was everyone? Finlay was used to costumed servers who’d break out in song and dance. “Where’s the piano lady?” she asked.
“My dad said she moved to Las Vegas.” Willa sounded genuinely baffled. “And you know what else?” She gestured around the spacious room. “He didn’t put up the Christmas decorations this year. And worst of all, there’s no yummy food. I have to talk to my dad about it before I leave.”
“You need help up to your rooms, or are you good?” Jude asked.
“We’re good,” Willa said.
“Thanks for walking with us.” Finlay followed her friend across the saloon. But at the bottom of the grand staircase, they crashed into each other, laughing hysterically as they went down.
Two strong arms jerked her back up, and suddenly, the saloon was a blur. Even drunk off her ass, she recognized Jude’s scent. “Mmm. You smell good.” Her feet bumped into his hard, round butt, and her face was nestled into his neck. “Like snow. And sunshine. And pine trees. And manly man.”
“Which room?” he asked.
