“Agreed,” both of them said at the same time.
“Okay, so someone who looks and acts like Beck but doesn’t sleep with a new girl every week?” Jules asked. “Got it.”
I swallowed. If Beck still was sleeping with a new girl every week, Delaney would know since they lived at the same place. Part of me wanted to ask but that would be way too suspicious. Also, I really didn’t want the answer.
As the two of them scoped out the bar, I pulled my phone from my jean shorts pocket as it buzzed. Speak of the devil.
How’s Kitchi Falls treating you?
My pulse raced. Bad sign.
So far so good. Line dancing. Bull riding. Can’t go wrong.
Three of you out there breaking hearts, I bet.
Just two of us. Delaney is out of commission, obvs.
Pause.
Obvs. Doesn’t mean she isn’t breaking hearts.
True.
Nothing else came through.
Busy tonight?
Weekend in May? You betcha.
Can’t be too slammed if ur texting me.
Priorities.
Another flutter. What the hell? This wasBeck.
“Who you texting?” Jules asked in a sing-song, “innocent” voice.
“Just Beck.”
Delaney was looking at me a little too closely. I put my phone back in my pocket. When another text came through, I didn’t answer and took a sip of my drink instead, pretending to look around. But really, I wondered what he said next.
“Is one of you ladies Delaney?”
The pretty redhead came out of nowhere.
“I am.” Delaney stuck her hand out. “You must be Mazzie.”
“Guilty as charged. Sorry I wasn’t able to greet you guys. I was next door with a friend of mine who just got her first tattoo.”
“I saw that place when we got here,” I said. “I’ve always wanted a tattoo.”
Mazzie smiled at me.
“I’m Delaney’s friend, Mae. And this is Juliette.” For some reason, I always introduced Jules using her full name.
“So nice to meet you guys. And welcome to Boots and Brews.”
“This place is awesome,” Jules said. “We’re having a blast.”
