The music was blaring, and the girls were tearing up the dance floor, their moves putting us guys to shame.I mean, there’s nothing like watching your granny cut a rug to make you feel like you’ve missed the mark in life.
I chuckled to myself as I took in the scene, feeling a little better about my own less-than-stellar dance skills.
Scribe leaned close and said, “King said if Bailey gets arrested, he’s kicking your ass.”
I chuckled. “Already called Mike. He has a deputy on the door to make sure they all get home safe.”
“You know when you said you called the girls, I didn’t think you also called LeeAnn, Granny, and Martha Cohen.” Pyro chuckled as we watched Granny and Martha Cohen dancing to “Gives You Hell,” by The All-American Rejects.
“I didn’t call them.” I laughed as Bailey slapped LeeAnn’s ass then fist-bumped Laurel.
“So what brought this on?” Gunner asked, licking his lips, his eyes laser focused on Sarah as she danced with Skylar. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m getting butt sex tonight.”
Rolling my eyes, I ignored that comment and said, “Josie’s ex showed up at the ski lodge and upset her. Then, to make matters worse, I went and pissed her off. Said something I shouldn’t have.”
Slapping me on the shoulder, Gunner laughed. “Dude. We’ve all been there. Welcome to the grovel club.”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “Yeah. Problem is, I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Oh, that’s easy!” Gunner grinned, getting to his feet. “When in doubt, make sure she wakes up with a big smile on her face.”
Scribe slid next to me. “Make it good too. Lots of orgasms.”
“Seriously, brother.” Pyro laughed, handing his bar towel to Enigma. “If she’s walking straight come morning, you did it wrong.”
Watching all three men head to the dance floor, I sat there and watched Josie as she let down her hair and released all that anger she’d been holding onto and wondered...
Chapter Five
Georgie
Carrying Josie up the stairs of the clubhouse, I ran into King, who stood at the top of the stairs shaking his head.
“Where the hell have you two been? The others got home an hour ago.”
“Had something I had to do first.”
“Is that so?” King questioned, a sly smirk forming on his lips.
“Yeah.” I grinned, then added, “Consider the problem you mentioned earlier fixed.”
Shaking his head, King crossed his arms over his chest. “She know that?”
“She will in the morning.”
“Hedging your bets?”
“And then some.” I chuckled.
King smirked as he stepped to the side to let me pass. “And here I thought you’d be the sane one.”
Carrying Josie further down the hallway, she clung to me tightly, her breath warm against my neck, her weight a welcome burden. The party’s laughter and chatter receded into the background, leaving us in a quiet, almost intimate bubble.
As we continued down the hallway, Josie’s grip on me tightened, as if she were afraid I might disappear. I couldn’t help but find the situation amusing. Here I was, a shoulder for Josie to cry on—or, more accurately, a neck for her to breathe warm, boozy breath on. It was a role I never expected to play, but I couldn’t deny the welcome weight of her dependence.
“My room,” I said, stating the obvious. “You need to sleep this off, Josie.”
Her slurred words and unsteady gaze only confirmed my decision.
