“Ugh!” Meg dramatically tossed her head back against the seat. “Cute?”
“Yeah.” I put my blinker on to turn onto County Road Two. “Cute.”
“Okay, first of all, if you think the waythatboy looks is just cute…” she sighed. “Look, players aren’t players because they’re cute. They’re players because they are ungodly. Let’s just be real for a second here,Hannah.”
“Meg, come on. He can’t bethatbad.”He can’tbe...
Meg shifted in the seat, leaning over the console. I took my eyes off the road for a split second to glance at her. Yep, she was giving me an evil eye. “No, Hannah Blake. No! Don’t even let that boy be a secondthought.”
Toolate.
“He has tattoos,anddimples,” she said as though that alone was enough to sentence him to hell. “And he knows he’s good looking. And my God, you know just from looking at him he screwseverything—”
I tapped my hands on the steering wheel. “All I said was he’scute…”
“And that’s how it all starts. That’s how you end up with a stray. Oh, look, it’scute.Then you end up with it shitting and pissing all over the carpet with worms hanging out of itsasshole.”
“Wow…” I glanced at her. “Worms. Really,Meg?”
“Hannah, he hangs out with Trevor Davisandhe was screwing or”—her hands waved through the air like she was driving away a terrible smell—“doingsomethingwith Britney Swinson the first time I met him. A week or so later, it was JodyBanks.”
“Oh, so there was more than one weak moment with Trevor?” I lifted a brow, choosing to ignore the entire Britney and Jodycomment.
“Jesus, yes. See, do you want to be in my shoes, drunk dialing some random hot guy just to get your rocksoff?”
“Oh, I think there’s more to it than that,Meg.”
“Oh, don’t you even.” She jabbed a finger in my shoulder. “I am not into Trevor. He’s full ofshit.”
“Okay.” I slowed down to turn, thinking about how badly she was in denial. I knew she was. She knew shewas.
She settled back against the seat. “I’m saving you heartache, possibly some incurabledisease.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to date him.” I pulled into the graveldrive.
“That boy doesn’t date girls. He sleeps with them—dirtysleeps withthem.”
“Okay. I getit.”
I put the car in park and opened my door. The interior light buzzed on and Meg shielded her eyes. “God, that’s sobright.”
“You know you’re not driving,right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She threw her door open and stumbled out, hiccuping as I rounded thecar.
“You’re going to throw up, aren’tyou?”
“No, I only had like five drinks.” She hiccupedagain.
I nodded. She was going to puke everywhere. She always did when shehiccuped.
I placed my arm around her shoulder and helped her up the porch steps and inside. The entire time up to my room, Meg kept complaining about how bad Noah and Trevor were. I just agreed, all the while, in the back of my head I was thinking about how pretty Noah Greyson’s voice was and wondering if he sang to the girls he sleptwith.
9
Noah
The sun wasn’t even up all the way. The damn crickets were still chirping in the field, and there was not enough coffee in the world to keep me awake after only two hours of sleep. As I stepped out of my truck, I hoped that application I’d put in at Sherwin Williams came through, because that up with the rooster bullshit was for thebirds.
