A key twisted in the lock and the front door opened. Was that always this loud? He groaned and put his arm over his eyes. Maybe they’d go away and just let him die in peace.
“What the hell happened in here?”
Crap, it was Trey. Why was he? Oh yeah, they were supposed to go workout. Right now a workout might actually kill him.
He heard the clink of bottles skittering across the floor. “Butch? You awake?”
“Yeah, but I wish I wasn’t,” he mumbled as Trey walked into his bedroom.
Trey peeked around the door jam. “You’re alone?”
Butch waved his hand at him. “Go away.”
“I figured I find you curled up with that hottie you had a date with last night.” Trey wrinkled his nose. “It smells like booze and sweat in here. You need a shower.”
Butch sat up. The world tilted around him, making his stomach clench.
“I…” he stood and raced to the bathroom. After puking up what felt like everything he’d eaten in the last ten years, he flushed and rinsed his mouth. How much did he drink last night?
Trey stood leaning against the dresser, eyeing him up and down. “How much did you drink last night? Who hit you?”
“I don’t remember.” That scared him, he really didn’t remember. After downing the bottle of bourbon he’d had in the cupboard he’d started on the beer. He had a vague memory of finding a bottle of vodka from a party a couple of years ago. He never drank vodka.
“What happened?” Trey asked, handing Butch a glass of water and couple of pills.
He sipped the water, praying it would stay down. After a couple of minutes he took the pills and hoped for the best. Wrinkling his nose, he agreed with Trey, he needed a shower.
“What happened to your date?”
“She got pissed and left the restaurant,” he said, the memory hazy.
“What did you do?” Trey asked as he pulled the sheets off the bed.
“She was pissed because I kissed Rocky.” That memory was crystal clear. The feel of her lips under his was something he’d never forget. Sex with her hadn’t fixed anything, it had made it worse.
Trey’s eyes went wide. “You kissed Rocky? Why?”
He sat on the bed. “Well, the sex we had the day of the bail hearing didn’t get her out of my head.”
Trey grinned. “You and Rocky? How did you manage that?”
He smiled, fuck if he knew. “I don’t know, it just happened.”
“And how did that lead to you kissing her last night?”
“Well, I took Rosaria to The Prime. After we were seated, I noticed Rocky was a couple of tables away with him.” He rubbed his hands over his face. How was he supposed to explain something he didn’t understand himself?”
“Him who?”
“She met him at the meet and greet. He was there with his kid. There was something about him I didn’t like. Still don’t.”
“And how was that your business?” Trey sat on the dresser.
“I don’t know. I wish I did.” This whole thing made no sense. Why had seeing Rocky with that guy driven him to act like the asshole she thought he was? “I stared at them all through dinner and Rosaria wasn’t happy about that.”
“I can understand why,” Trey said as he crossed his arms.
“Yeah, me too but I couldn’t seem to help myself.” He rubbed his eyes. “And then Rocky came over and started in on me so I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the hallway where the bathrooms are so we could have some privacy. She said something about me being there with my flavor of the week. That’s when I kissed her.”
