Page 44 of Other Woman Drama


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“Necessity is the root of all learned crafts.” I shrugged. “We used to live in a bad neighborhood, so I taught myself how to protect myself until I could afford to pay for self-defense classes on my own. Also, I drive a shitbox, and I needed to know how to fix it if I was going to be able to drive.”

“Makes a lot of sense,” she said. “What class times do you usually go to?”

“Evenings, mostly. Before I have to go to work. I shower there and head in,” I answered. “I go three to four times a week, depending on if I have the time or not. I’d go more, but my favorite coach—who’s a girl named Shaw—only coaches three to four times a week. If you can find her in a class that you can get to, I’d definitely recommend going then. Shaw’s a badass and knows how best to roll seeing as she’s a tiny slip of a thing.”

“You are, too,” Eedie pointed out.

“As are you,” I agreed. “Which is why I recommend her. She’s very knowledgeable, and her dad’s been teaching her since he’s the owner. Then again, if you can get to Shaw’s dad’s classes—he’s mostly teaching advanced ones—you’d really love it. Plus, he’s hot as hell. Brittnie, you’d love him.”

“Are you going today?” Eedie asked.

I thought about it, then looked down at my progress on the car.

“If I can finish this up,” I said. “I might be able to.”

“Great!” she said as she walked to me. “What’s your number?”

I gave it to her.

“I’ll call you around three and see if you can make it to the four o’clock class for me to observe,” she said. “Then, maybe you can go to dinner with us afterward.”

I smiled, even though I felt like maybe it was a bad idea.

Webber might not want me hanging out with his daughter and his mom…

“Perfect,” she said. “Get to work!”

Then she was gone.

I laughed at her enthusiasm and turned to Mrs. Webb.

“She’s the best,” I said.

Brittnie stared at me for a long second before saying, “I’m not sure where she got it from, because it definitely wasn’t my Piers. He saves his smiles for special occasions, and his daughter gives them out like confetti.”

I snorted. “Amen to that.”

Ten

I think I might be a bitch.

—Silver to Webber

WEBBER

I was tired.

Honestly, when I opened my door, I fully expected Devney to still be sitting where I’d left her last night.

Luckily, she wasn’t there, and I was able to get to my bike without incident.

Last night had been god awful, but only because Devney didn’t know how to take no for an answer.

She’d shown up unannounced, angry as hell that I’d ignored her all day, and I’d finally snapped.

The day—which had been shitty as fuck and long—had gotten the best of me and I’d lashed out at her in anger.

I’d told her I didn’t want to see or hear from her ever again, and she’d caused a big enough scene that the cops were called by the neighbor.