He cringes. “No, but it’s pretty bad.”
Fuck. “Please tell me nobody was dumb enough to jump in the pool.”
I’d insisted we cover it before anyone came over. The guys had wanted a “small get-together.” And after kicking ass today for a major win, how could I veto? They said they’d keep it to a dull roar.
But I wasn’t really taking into consideration that it was Halloween, and half the school showed up with kegs.
Olly makes a face. “I wouldn’t get in the hot tub anytime soon after what I saw go down there tonight, but no, there are no water emergencies.”
Thank God for small mercies.
I check the clock by the bed. Ten after four. Damn, I need to get up in a few hours. “What’s going on?”
“You really need to see this for yourself.”
Reluctantly, I follow him down the stairs and slowly take in the scene. A few of the guys are sprawled on the couch. Girls in varying state of undress. Solo cups everywhere.
Nothing new, basically. I yawn.
So far, the only thing that’s weird is the music is off. I blink into the brightness.
And the lights are on.
Olly’s eyes widen, and he tilts his head toward the kitchen, where a very pissed Marie Antoinette is chugging juice and… and…
“Is that Gabby?” It’s taking me a hot second to process what I’m seeing because it doesn’t match our typical debauched Saturday night activities.Why is she here?Not that she couldn’t stop by if she wanted, but partying at the Stallion Station isn’t her typical M.O. And…What the hell?“Why is she bouncing a baby?”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Olly huffs.
Gabby’s wearing a little white robe that hangs open over her disheveled costume and some fluffy pink slippers, looking cute as hell. Hotter now that she looks freshly fucked.
I freeze.
Did she sleep with that tool Jason?
For a minute, I feel like I might get sick. I have no reason to be jealous about who she dates, but for some reason, the thought of him getting his hands all over her makes me want to put my fist through the wall.
Olly whispers out of the side of his mouth, “I think her boyfriend hooked up with someone else tonight. She totally caught him. Not that he was being very stealthy. She told him off, and he slunk outta here.”
What an idiot. He’s going out with this gorgeous, smart woman, and he tosses it all away for cheap beer and some rando.
You broke things off with her. If he’s an idiot, what does that make you?
I shrug off that uncomfortable thought. “What’s with the baby?”
“Um.” Olly hops up and down on his toes. “You should go check that out.”
For some reason, those words give me chills. What’s that saying? Like someone walked over your grave? Or maybe I’m cold because I’m not wearing a shirt.
Scrubbing one hand over my face again, I sigh and decide to get this over with. I need my beauty sleep.
“Gabby. What’s going on?”
When she turns toward me, she wobbles, and I grab her shoulders and steady her. She’s pale, but not from makeup, and her eyes are wild.
The hair on my arms stands up, and I can’t figure out if I’m more freaked out by the baby in her arms or the crazy look in her eyes.
The last time I saw her like this, she passed out cold.
