Page 14 of When It's Us
Wrenley:Of course! But what changed your mind?
Ginger:I watched my neighbors fuck in their pool while you got railed by your hot, broody cowboy. I bet even Finn’s getting some with her big ol’ pregnant belly. Make it happen! *eggplant emoji* *peach emoji* kitty face emoji*
The return text is from five-thirty this morning. Almost six and a half hours ago.
Wrenley:Hell yeah, sis! On it! *van emoji* *dancing emoji*
What the hell?
I scroll back down, putting the pieces together in my hangover-riddled brain.
Seriously? Why did I have to drink all those beers?
Bigfoot:Coming at noon.
Ginger:Yeah you are *winky face emoji* *water splash emoji*
Jesus Christ. My eyes slide closed.
I don’t look up, but I can picture his face, those stupid-hot dimples popping as he flashes that cocky, panty-melting grin. Burying my free hand in my messy hair, my mind spins like it’s buffering. There is no way in sober hell that I am getting into an enclosed vehicle with Hutch Hayes. Especially after all those fucking emojis.
I bolt off the couch and all but run for the bathroom, leaving Hutch standing in my living room.
“Where are you going?” he calls after me.
“I’ll be right back,” I call out and fly down the hall, into my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.
Pulling up Wren’s contact, I stab at the FaceTime button and wait for the call to connect as I pace.
She picks up on the second ring. “Hey, babe!” she says cheerfully.
“Care to tell me why there is literal sex on legs on my doorstep?” I whisper-shout.
Confusion paints her features before she says, “To pick you up?”
“I know that butwhy?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You texted me last night… Well, this morning actually. I only saw it because I was up feeding Hazel. You said to text Hutch and have him—wait,” she says, “you don’t remember this? Look at your text messages.”
I let out another groan. “I did.”
She laughs like me being nearly hysterical with embarrassment is funny. “Then why are you asking me something you already know the answer to?”
“Because I drank myself into a self-pity stupor and passed the fuck out on the couch.”
She snorts.
“Don’t!” I bark at my best friend, pointing a finger at her through the screen. “Don’t you dare laugh at me right now.”
She does anyway. “Oh, honey, what’s the big deal?”
I cannot resist the wily ways of this man and his magic cock, but I can’t tell her that. Not with him standing in my living room. Hell, he could be listening to me lose my mind on the other side of this door and I wouldn’t know it. I let out a strangled growl.
“The big deal is—” I nearly screech before lowering my voice and waving my hand around in the direction of the door, “I have a giant, man-bun-wearing, dimple popping, annoyance standing in my living room, ready to take me for a ride. And you and I both know I’m not talking about a car ride!”
Wren laughs again. “That is the definition of a road trip, Ginger. And if you happen to fall on his dick while you’re at it, well, two birds, one stone.”
“Wrenley Jo Hayes, you are nothelping!”
