I chuckled.
Me – Got a question for you.
Darling – Shoot.
Me – You were in a committed relationship, would you be okay with your man flirting with another woman, and letting her sit on his lap and whisper in his ear?
Darling – No, he’d be dead.
Darling – I’d buy the woman a drink.
I glanced up then and found the woman who had sat down in Alec’s lap, flagged our server down, and the moment she reached us, with a sway in her hips, I might add, not interested, I said, “See that woman over there in the glittery top?”
Her shoulders dipped ever so slightly, I held in a smirk, “Take her a drink,” her shoulders straightened back up, and a glint hit her eyes, oh no.
Then I pulled out the so-called alibi, Harlee told me to use, “and tell her that my woman said she would have killed him and then bought you a drink.” Her shoulders dropped again.
She nodded and then strode away.
“Umm, care to share with the class?” Talia asked.
“She helped me get Bridgett to finally back off, told me that any time I needed to pretend I had a woman, she would be my alibi. But only if the woman was being too obvious, if they weren’t, then just tell them I was taken.” I said, reiterating some of the conversation Harlee and I had while we ate last week.
“And if that woman doesn’t get the hint?” Garrick asked.
I grinned then, “Calling Harlee.”
Talia snickered, “Damn but I love my bestie.”
I had to bite my tongue to prevent the words that wanted to flow from my mouth and shout it to the world,Yeah, I love her too.
***
Me – Tell me something funny.
Darling – Are you sitting down?
Me – Lying down. That count?
Darling – Much better.
Darling – Okay. So, do you remember the time that someone spray painted Mr. Brewer’s tractor that bright purple color?
Me – Yeah.
Darling – Well, imagine that, but on seven cows who wandered down Main Street.
I snorted.
Then I chuckled.
Me – Are you fucking kidding me?
Darling –*picture inserted*
I chuckled.
Me – Jesus Fucking Christ.
