Page 37 of Holiday Friend Zones
Rylee said she was going to talk to her today, but it feels like I’ve been doing nothing but twiddling my thumbs all day.And with the holidays two days away, the bar is dead tonight.It seems everyone is now spending time with their families.
A few people are in the corner riding the mechanical bull, but that’s about it.Usually I like these nights because I can stock the bar and get caught up on things, but all I’m doing is dragging the same dish rag over a worn-in ring on the bar.
It seems like it was a lifetime ago that I told Rylee to come over tonight.I have no idea if that’s still happening.
Glancing at my watch, there’s a little more than an hour until the bar closes.I’m ready to say fuck it and close early until a sight for sore eyes waltzes in.
I can’t take my eyes off her.Her gaze is a magnet to mine and she smiles when she spots me.
Okay, that has to be a good sign.
“Hey, Cowboy.”She slides onto the barstool in front of me.
“Howdy, Honey.”I tip my head at her.“How are things?”
I grab a beer and twist the top off and slide it over to her.I watch as she takes a long pull on it.
Does she not realize she’s driving me crazy by dragging this out?
“Joey and I talked,” she says.
“And?”
“Everything’s good.”She smiles at me.
“Seriously?She was pissed this morning.”
I know my sister.The girl can hold a grudge like no one else.
“It had to do with Max’s dad; he doesn’t want Max anymore.”
“Shit.Really?”
I never liked the guy.He’s a deadbeat when it comes to Max and hardly does anything to help my sister.I hate that he’s doing this to them, but they’re probably better off without him.
“Yeah.She had to pick him up, so I didn’t get a ton of details, but she said she overreacted and took her anger at him out on us.”
“Wow.”
“As long as we don’t go knocking boots or making out around her, we’re good.”
“You want to knock boots with me?”I cock a brow at her.
“Not if you call it that.”She laughs and fuck, do I love that sound.
I lean across the bar, getting close to her.“We can call it whatever we want as long as it means we get to keep doing it.”
She fists her hand in my shirt and closes the distance between the two of us.
It’s a slow, easy kiss.Nothing like the one that we shared here last night.
“Does this mean you’re coming over tonight?”I ask when she pulls away.
“You’d have to fight to keep me away.”
“Good.”
“And you know what’s even better?”she asks me.
