serious for a girls’ night. No psychoanalysis on GNO.” Jacey finished her drink and set the glass back on the table. “Besides, I have to be honest here and say that when I first met Mike I seriously thought he was gay.”
Mischa choked on her drink and Dee spewed hers over the table. They all looked at each other and started hooting with laughter.
“Oh my God,” Dee gasped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“It’s the truth.” Jacey nodded.
“Well, you have to admit that he does give off a gay vibe,” Mischa said, glancing toward his table. “The way he dresses, his hair and he does have a lot of feminine mannerisms. I admit that I thought he could be gay too. Until you told me you’d hooked up with him.”
Dee didn’t want to look, refused to look. “Trust me, he’s not gay.” Hell, he’d been all over her once they’d gotten naked. He’d liked her enough that night.
“I’m just saying that he’s so not worth your sad face,” Jacey said. “I mean it’s not like he’s someone you’ve had a crush on since we were kids or anything.”
No, Mike didn’t compare to her childhood crush. But she felt rejected, that was it. That was why it hurt. She felt rejected. God, she was an idiot. Would she never learn? It seemed she was always doomed to pick guys who weren’t interested in her. Something that started with her first crush at age twelve.
Mischa laughed. “Speaking of Dee’s long-standing crush, how is your brother?”
“Out of the service,” Jacey said. “No more tours overseas for him, thank God. I don’t think my mother could handle the stress again.”
“So he’s out of the Marines?” Dee asked, taking another drink. Jack. Now there was a guy to have sex with. One night with him would never be enough but she’d gladly take it. He just got better looking every time he came home for a break. But she hadn’t seen him the last few times, by choice. She found something else to do and just mooned over the photos Jacey shared after he went back. She was a grown woman now and crushes were for little girls. But if he was coming home to stay she was guaranteed to run into him at some point.
“Yep, heading home to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life and all that.”
“That’s nice.”
“Nice? Nice? Seriously, Dee. This is the guy we’ve listened to you moon over for years and that’s all you can say?” Jacey snorted and picked up her glass. Seeing it empty, she waved it in the air, getting a waitress’s attention.
It was Augie tonight, who had been waiting on the trio since they hit twenty-one and moved their girls’ nights to the bar. Augie held one finger up and Dee watched Jacey glance at the other glasses before responding with three fingers in the air.
“Well, what the hell do you want me to say?” Dee demanded. “Do you really want to hear about how much I lust after your brother?” And she did. Just the thought of him had her wanting to lick her lips. That alone should have told her that she wasn’t in love with Mike. She couldn’t be and still want to lick Jack from head to toe every time she heard his name. She was a fool all right.
“Why should this time be any different?” Jacey shrugged. “Because believe me, Jack is definitely not gay and so more worthy of your moony face than asshole over there.”
Dee finished her drink and finally relaxed enough to grin. “You’re totally right. Besides Mike and I only slept together once.”
“One time and you’re mooning over the guy?” Mischa shook her head. “No way was he even close to that good.”
“You really need to get laid more,” Jacey said. “Then you’ll have more to compare him to.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Dee asked. “Just walk up to a guy and say, ‘Hey, baby, wanna fuck?’”
“Works for me.” Jacey laughed.
“With your looks, a smile works for you,” Dee stated and Mischa nodded her agreement.
“Whatever.” Jacey shook her head as
Mischa choked on her drink and Dee spewed hers over the table. They all looked at each other and started hooting with laughter.
“Oh my God,” Dee gasped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“It’s the truth.” Jacey nodded.
“Well, you have to admit that he does give off a gay vibe,” Mischa said, glancing toward his table. “The way he dresses, his hair and he does have a lot of feminine mannerisms. I admit that I thought he could be gay too. Until you told me you’d hooked up with him.”
Dee didn’t want to look, refused to look. “Trust me, he’s not gay.” Hell, he’d been all over her once they’d gotten naked. He’d liked her enough that night.
“I’m just saying that he’s so not worth your sad face,” Jacey said. “I mean it’s not like he’s someone you’ve had a crush on since we were kids or anything.”
No, Mike didn’t compare to her childhood crush. But she felt rejected, that was it. That was why it hurt. She felt rejected. God, she was an idiot. Would she never learn? It seemed she was always doomed to pick guys who weren’t interested in her. Something that started with her first crush at age twelve.
Mischa laughed. “Speaking of Dee’s long-standing crush, how is your brother?”
“Out of the service,” Jacey said. “No more tours overseas for him, thank God. I don’t think my mother could handle the stress again.”
“So he’s out of the Marines?” Dee asked, taking another drink. Jack. Now there was a guy to have sex with. One night with him would never be enough but she’d gladly take it. He just got better looking every time he came home for a break. But she hadn’t seen him the last few times, by choice. She found something else to do and just mooned over the photos Jacey shared after he went back. She was a grown woman now and crushes were for little girls. But if he was coming home to stay she was guaranteed to run into him at some point.
“Yep, heading home to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life and all that.”
“That’s nice.”
“Nice? Nice? Seriously, Dee. This is the guy we’ve listened to you moon over for years and that’s all you can say?” Jacey snorted and picked up her glass. Seeing it empty, she waved it in the air, getting a waitress’s attention.
It was Augie tonight, who had been waiting on the trio since they hit twenty-one and moved their girls’ nights to the bar. Augie held one finger up and Dee watched Jacey glance at the other glasses before responding with three fingers in the air.
“Well, what the hell do you want me to say?” Dee demanded. “Do you really want to hear about how much I lust after your brother?” And she did. Just the thought of him had her wanting to lick her lips. That alone should have told her that she wasn’t in love with Mike. She couldn’t be and still want to lick Jack from head to toe every time she heard his name. She was a fool all right.
“Why should this time be any different?” Jacey shrugged. “Because believe me, Jack is definitely not gay and so more worthy of your moony face than asshole over there.”
Dee finished her drink and finally relaxed enough to grin. “You’re totally right. Besides Mike and I only slept together once.”
“One time and you’re mooning over the guy?” Mischa shook her head. “No way was he even close to that good.”
“You really need to get laid more,” Jacey said. “Then you’ll have more to compare him to.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Dee asked. “Just walk up to a guy and say, ‘Hey, baby, wanna fuck?’”
“Works for me.” Jacey laughed.
“With your looks, a smile works for you,” Dee stated and Mischa nodded her agreement.
“Whatever.” Jacey shook her head as
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