“Yeah. I don’t want her to be mad at me. She’s gonna be your woman, and you’ll be all domesticated, but if she doesn’t forgive me, I won’t be invited over to your shindigs, and Jinxy hates being the odd man out.”
I think about how to get her to forgive me. “I wish I could prove Abby didn’t cause that accident. Because I researched utility trailers, and they cause all kinds of accidents if they’re not hitched properly.”
Jinxy scratches the back of his head. “What about a Triple-A membership? That way if she gets in another fender bender, her car can get towed for free?” He taps his temple like he’s a genius and writes ‘emergency roadside service’ on his dumb board.
“Hold up.” Dax taps on the coffee table. “I know someone who has her address back home.”
“Who?”
He makes a face. “Your favorite person. The one guy I’m sure you’re dying to talk to.”
I slouch back on the couch. “Ezra.”
Mav lets out a whistle, and Jinxy sketches a dick and balls with an arrow of what I can only assume is spooge that points to the name Ezra Thomas.
Shit. Now I have to call that asshole.
* * *
Dax smacks me on the back. “Let us know how it goes.”
Jinxy throws his arms around me. “For real, bro.”
I pat his shoulder. “You’re laying it on kinda thick, Jinxy.”
“I have a guilty soul. I’m trying to make amends here.”
Mav yanks Jinxy away and yells, “Good luck,” as they head out the door.
After I lock up, I grab my phone and pull up that douchebag’s number. What do I say to him? He made my life hell on the team last year with all of his little passive-aggressive tactics. I pace up and down my living room a few times to gather my thoughts.
As much as I hate this guy and loathe the idea of needing him for anything, I love Abby more.
Here goes nothing.
Ezra answers on the third ring. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Nick Silva. What the hell do you want?”
“Nice to talk to you too, man.”
“Cut the crap.”
I rub my jaw. “I need a favor.”
“Fat chance I’m gonna do you one.”
“Then let me put it this way. I need a favor for Abby.” When he doesn’t say anything, I glance at my phone. Did he hang up? “Hello?”
“What’s wrong with Abby?”
I’m surprised by what sounds like genuine concern in his voice. “I’m gonna be honest here, okay? She and I have been seeing each other, and I hurt her feelings. I didn’t mean to be an asshole, but now she won’t call me back, and I really need to talk to her. I know you two go way back, and I was hoping you’d give me her address in San Antonio.”
He chuckles. “Fuck off. I’m not helping you with shit.”
I take a deep breath to keep calm. “Ezra, you and I have had our differences, but that has nothing to do with Abby. She was a great girlfriend to you, and how did you thank her? You slept with every girl in Charming while you were fucking engaged. You stomped on that poor girl’s heart when all she did was support you.” Just thinking about how he treated her makes me want to kick his ass. “The least you can do is help me right now. All I want to do is apologize to her in person. That’s it.”
He’s quiet again. “What do I get in return?”
Jesus, he’s a prick. I want to tell him maybe it’ll lessen his time in hell, but that probably isn’t a productive thing to say. “Maybe she’ll hate you less.”
