Page 38 of Rock Giant
She slumped onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around her head.“Fucked my life up, that’s what.Don’t do drugs.Dumb shit happens when you do drugs.”She’d heard that mantra way back as far as primary school; too bad she hadn’t fucking heeded the goddamned message.Why the hell had she eaten those ’shrooms?
Because he stood you up, whispered the imp on her shoulder.You were there, and he wasn’t.
He hadn’t merely stood her up.He’d stood her upagain!
So sure, she was the self-sabotage queen, but Nash was at least a little to blame.All he had to do was be where he’d said he’d be at the right time.For fuck’s sake, it’d been his sodding idea.
“What do you want to do?”Ginny asked kindly.
Jodi wasn’t usually a crier.Her sobs hadn’t turned into a torrent, but they were catching in her throat making it difficult to get her words out.What did she want?How about a do over?One where she endured some shitty music instead of tangoing with fate.She should have gone to watch the DOOOOOM!band with Nash and the others.That way, the only problem she’d be dealing with this morning was perforated eardrums.
Ginny provided a tissue, and after she’d sniffled into it a bit, Jodi dried her eyes and shook herself off.“I need to go speak to Nash.”
“Dark hair, short?I met him yesterday,” Ginny said, when she nodded.“Seemed like a reasonable human being.”
“Yeah, he is.”Having shredded the tissue over her lap, she moved on to, “I don’t know what he’s going to make of this, though.I don’t even know how I’m supposed to tell him.”
“Stick to the facts.”
The facts sounded like a particularly unfunny joke.Hey honey, I got cabbaged last night on ’shrooms and accidentally exchanged vows with the bass player of the band you’re ridiculously excited about supporting over the next eight months, but it’s okay, he’s happy to be part of a polycule.
A hysterical laugh escaped her throat.
Ginny gave her shoulder a squeeze.
“I keep hoping this is all a hallucination and that I’ll wake up in my tent with a cat’s arse in my face and all will be normal.”
“How did you wake up?”
Jodi groaned.“In a fucking love nest.Though he swears we didn’t… you know… I don’t think we did.Oh, God, but if we did…”
“Pretty sure your pussy would know if it’d been entered by that barbell-enhanced truncheon.”
“True.”She didn’t feel as if she’d taken that sort of ride.Although, why did her inner muscles have to clench in quite such a longing fashion at the mention of his cock?
“I’m so fucking dumb.I can’t believe I’ve manged to screw up this much.It’s record-breaking even for me.”
“I think you’re being hard on yourself—”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve never done anything this dumb.”
“Oh, I dunno,” Ginny mused.
“Why did he have to walk back into my life now, rather than all the fucking times I wished he would?”
“Wait up,” Ginny raised her hands.“I figured you’d just met.You were already acquainted?”
Jodi sucked a breath through her teeth realising her mistake.She’d predominantly been talking to herself.“I guess,” she admitted.“I mean, barely.We met once, years ago, and haven’t kept in contact.”
“Right…” The way Ginny drawled the word implied she got the picture.One-night stand from the past… “But he remembered you?”
“I guess.Yeah.”
“And you obviously remembered him.”Ginny was beaming now.
“He’s pretty hard to forget.But look, it wasn’t like you’re thinking.It wasn’t a hookup, even though, I guess we did.That was kind of a side quest.”She raised her shoulders.“It was a bit of a wild night, actually.”
“Adventures are what Paul does best.”
