Page 27 of Still Bruised
He hadn’t been with anyone since Vic. He was now a free man. Maybe it was time to start acting like it and sow some wild oats.
“Are you sure you want to go? Don’t feel like you have to say yes just because we’re friends,” Cary said.
Foster scanned the sidewalk behind them and saw their bullies getting into an SUV parked along the street in front of the diner. “If it gets me the hell out of New Jersey for a night, why not?” He turned to Cary. “Text me the details.” He lifted the bag in his hand. “I need to get dinner home before it gets cold.”
Cary waved at a car beside them. “I can drive you.”
“I’m only a couple of blocks over,” Foster said before he noted the newish Porsche parked beside them. Apparently Cary did quite well for himself as a supposed repo man. The car was sleekand sexy as fuck. What he wouldn’t do to get a chance to get behind the wheel for a test spin.
“You’re on my way.”
If accepting got him out of the heat? “Sure. Why not?”
After Cary unlocked the doors with a click of the fob, he climbed in and pulled on the seat belt. Inside still had the new car smell. He inhaled, smiling to himself. Cary revved the engine and took off, almost colliding with Rick’s Jeep Cherokee that was finally pulling away.
“Maybe we shouldn’t poke that monster anymore,” Foster said. “Aaron mentioned catching another charge?”
“He was arrested for Drunk & Disorderly a while back. Right before you came home, I think,” Cary said as he downshifted to make a turn. “And there was an assault charge that got dropped.”
“Assault? On who?”
“Imogene,”Cary said. “Clearly they’ve kissed and made up since.”
“What a piece of trash,” Foster muttered. Ashley had been able to push his buttons, sometimes in the worst ways, but he’d never raised a hand to her. He’d never even thought about it. “I don’t know why I’m surprised he’d hit his wife.”
“Allegedly since the charge went away. The D&D stuck. Other charges have quietly gone away over the years but not this one. Makes me think Eastfield is finally getting tired of his shit.”
“His dad was on the council back in the day. That’s why they went away. Is he not around anymore?”
“He moved to Florida, last I heard. Rick’s on his own now.”
Foster scoffed, sure that wasn’t a good thing.
Cary pulled into his driveway a couple of minutes later. “How’s your dad doing, by the way?”
“Better.” Foster had been forcing his dad to go on daily walks, and the old man was already showing signs of improving strength.
“I’m glad. Make sure to say hi to him and your mom for me.”
“Will do,” Foster said as he climbed out. He waved as he backed away. “Shoot me details about where we’re going and how we’re getting there.”
“As soon as I get home,” Cary called out the cracked window after him.
Foster turned, a question popping into his head. He took a couple of steps closer to Cary’s window. “So… is this… a guy’s only thing or will there be women there, too?”
“Guys only.” Cary lifted a brow. “Is that a problem?”
Foster wasn’t gay.
At least, he didn’t think so.
Bi?
Maybe.
“I heard the stories about why you and Ashley split—and maybe I assumed too much. If I was wrong, I didn’t mean to offend.”
“I’ve only been with the one guy.”
