it’s you,” my voice mumbles.
Her eyes roam over my attire and she folds her arms. “You look fancy.”
“You look slutty.”
“Thanks.” She winks cocking her hip.
“That’s not supposed to be a good thing.”
“Depends on your views in life.”
I don’t…I don’t even…I just—no.
In a warm tone, she asks, “Did everything work out with Unbreakable?”
Surprised by her question, I don’t respond.
What exactly does she know?
“Did he finally get his head out of his ass and confess he’s in love with you, or are you two still doing that cat and mouse bullshit? I haven’t really talked to him since he asked me to let the kid stay at my hotel. Missed his last fight at the tournament too. I had a family emergency out of town. Tried texting him, but he barely responds.”
In disbelief, I let my jaw open but still say nothing.
Did you know that’s why he was with Liz? Did you know and not tell me? We talked about this! You’re supposed to be a good friend and let me know! What do you mean you tried and I wasn’t listening…
“Can you hear me?” her voice squeaks.
“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to shake off being struck stupid. “Yeah. We worked everything out.”
“Good.” She smiles, which feels weird.
I’m rather creeped out right now. Remember that scene in the Addams’ Family Values where Wednesday smiles, and the entire camp looks scared? Yeah. That’s how I’m feeling right now.
“Are you pregnant?” She points to the small bump. When I nod, Liz smiles again this time softer.
Still creepy.
“Good for y’all…” She wets her lips slowly and says, “I have to admit, I’m glad someone broke Unbreakable. He deserves a little happiness, you know? I mean, not that he ever opened up or wanted to talk, but you could tell something inside of him just needed to be broken to be fixed.”
Am I really having a deep conversation with someone that thinks there should be a Math class devoted to counting calories?
“Maxx!” Erin’s voice calls, rounding the corner. The minute she sees Liz, she tilts her head. “Is America’s Next Top Vegan bothering you?”
“Always a pleasure, Erin,” she snips.
“No, gluttony is a pleasure. This is like a diet: painful.” Turning her head back to me, she says, “Let’s go, Maxx. Your boyfriend is waiting.”
“Take care, Liz,” I politely say, and she merely nods before heading back to the dressing room.
“Take care?” Erin mocks me before bumping me with the bag holding my shoes. “Really?”
“She was—I mean, we—but she—,” I fail to explain.
“Pregnancy brain is really doing a number on you,” she mutters, pulling me towards the car.
Once we’re in, I tuck away the clothes I was wearing, slide on the heels Erin picked out, and cave to her every makeup direction, applying retouches while she drives. No more than twenty minutes later, we arrive in front of TKO, and I shoot her a confused look.
“I don’t know,” she grunts as she parks the car. “I was gonna take you home, but Kellar made it perfectly clear to me to drop you off here rather than waste all the gas.” Before I can object, she bites, “Get out. I have dinner plans of my own.” Shaking my head, I reach for the shopping bag, when she insists, “Leave it. I’ll drop it off at home for you. Just take your wallet and phone.”
“Thanks, Erin.” I grab them from my purse. “For the whole spa day thing too. It was really relaxing. And much needed.”
“Remember to thank Kellar. He paid for it.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I giggle and shut her car door. Quickly, I relocate myself to the inside of the bar, a little surprised that the door is unlocked but not completely.
For someone who has such pride in his bar, the moron forgets to lock the front door quite often.
The sound of my heels bouncing off the empty walls is the only noise in the entire place. It’s weird. In a place that’s always busy, even when the
Her eyes roam over my attire and she folds her arms. “You look fancy.”
“You look slutty.”
“Thanks.” She winks cocking her hip.
“That’s not supposed to be a good thing.”
“Depends on your views in life.”
I don’t…I don’t even…I just—no.
In a warm tone, she asks, “Did everything work out with Unbreakable?”
Surprised by her question, I don’t respond.
What exactly does she know?
“Did he finally get his head out of his ass and confess he’s in love with you, or are you two still doing that cat and mouse bullshit? I haven’t really talked to him since he asked me to let the kid stay at my hotel. Missed his last fight at the tournament too. I had a family emergency out of town. Tried texting him, but he barely responds.”
In disbelief, I let my jaw open but still say nothing.
Did you know that’s why he was with Liz? Did you know and not tell me? We talked about this! You’re supposed to be a good friend and let me know! What do you mean you tried and I wasn’t listening…
“Can you hear me?” her voice squeaks.
“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat and trying to shake off being struck stupid. “Yeah. We worked everything out.”
“Good.” She smiles, which feels weird.
I’m rather creeped out right now. Remember that scene in the Addams’ Family Values where Wednesday smiles, and the entire camp looks scared? Yeah. That’s how I’m feeling right now.
“Are you pregnant?” She points to the small bump. When I nod, Liz smiles again this time softer.
Still creepy.
“Good for y’all…” She wets her lips slowly and says, “I have to admit, I’m glad someone broke Unbreakable. He deserves a little happiness, you know? I mean, not that he ever opened up or wanted to talk, but you could tell something inside of him just needed to be broken to be fixed.”
Am I really having a deep conversation with someone that thinks there should be a Math class devoted to counting calories?
“Maxx!” Erin’s voice calls, rounding the corner. The minute she sees Liz, she tilts her head. “Is America’s Next Top Vegan bothering you?”
“Always a pleasure, Erin,” she snips.
“No, gluttony is a pleasure. This is like a diet: painful.” Turning her head back to me, she says, “Let’s go, Maxx. Your boyfriend is waiting.”
“Take care, Liz,” I politely say, and she merely nods before heading back to the dressing room.
“Take care?” Erin mocks me before bumping me with the bag holding my shoes. “Really?”
“She was—I mean, we—but she—,” I fail to explain.
“Pregnancy brain is really doing a number on you,” she mutters, pulling me towards the car.
Once we’re in, I tuck away the clothes I was wearing, slide on the heels Erin picked out, and cave to her every makeup direction, applying retouches while she drives. No more than twenty minutes later, we arrive in front of TKO, and I shoot her a confused look.
“I don’t know,” she grunts as she parks the car. “I was gonna take you home, but Kellar made it perfectly clear to me to drop you off here rather than waste all the gas.” Before I can object, she bites, “Get out. I have dinner plans of my own.” Shaking my head, I reach for the shopping bag, when she insists, “Leave it. I’ll drop it off at home for you. Just take your wallet and phone.”
“Thanks, Erin.” I grab them from my purse. “For the whole spa day thing too. It was really relaxing. And much needed.”
“Remember to thank Kellar. He paid for it.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I giggle and shut her car door. Quickly, I relocate myself to the inside of the bar, a little surprised that the door is unlocked but not completely.
For someone who has such pride in his bar, the moron forgets to lock the front door quite often.
The sound of my heels bouncing off the empty walls is the only noise in the entire place. It’s weird. In a place that’s always busy, even when the
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