Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,68

I wouldn’t be talking to Miles about this shit. It’d be nice if I could, though. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and walked toward the door.

Beer. Maybe coffee. Whatever.

Suzi’s Tipsy Motor Shack in Providence was a dark, smokey, hole in the wall, with neon beer signs covering the walls. It was an infamous biker spot with all the sprawling countryside roads surrounding it. Other bikers like us would spend their Saturday afternoons taking in the view and feeling the wind in their hair, then rest up at Suzi’s before driving back into the city. Most of them got sloppy-ass drunk and headed back home around noon the next day.

I was smacked in the face with smoke the moment I stepped inside, finding Damon and Miles settled in our usual spot. There were clusters of smaller groups, laughing together or eyeing women dancing in their booths. A wall of slot machines, a couple pool tables, and a few places for playing cards—Suzi’s pretty much had everything a place like this needed. I walked over to the guys at our table in the back where they’d just started playing darts and getting ready to order food.

“Hey, bro, nice of you to make it in.” Miles smirked. “Ready to get your ass kicked?”

“Ready for a junk-punch?” I grinned, slinging my jacket over the back of my chair. “Damon.” I nodded.

“Hey, man. So, what’ll it be?” But I didn’t get a chance to answer.

Our waitress, Babs, strolled right over with her signature beehive cherry-red hair. Her voice was thick and raspy from years of smoking, but she was always a sweetheart.

“What can I get for my favorite boys today?” she croaked, popping her pink chewing gum as she filled our mugs up with beer.

“Oh, Babs.” Miles leaned back in his chair with a wink. “Don’t try and fool me. I know you’re in here telling all the guys they’re your favorites.”

“Then maybe just don’t listen to me talk to the other guys in here. Whatchya don’t know won’t hurtchya!” she teased with a wheezy laugh.

“We’ll have the usual. Thanks.” Damon handed her our stack of menus, which he’d already collected from the table.

“Comin’ right up!”

Babs knew me all too well and left another cup sitting on the table just in case I wanted some coffee later. I stared into my mug of beer and couldn’t help but think how the light-tan shade resembled Laney’s skin. What the fuck? Where the hell did that even come from? I sounded like a fucking moron. I was ordering a dark-amber Ale. This was bullshit.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” Miles interrupted me, yet again.

“Ah, nothing.” I shook my head and tried to act normal, but they kept staring at me. I knew they wouldn’t let me off the hook. Guessed I’d be talking to my brother after all. Fucking perfect. “Well, okay. Something might have happened last night. And it’s got me all fucked up in the head.”

Damon sat straight up and leaned toward me from across the table. “Did you get her pregnant?”

“Do you need an attorney?” Miles asked.

“No, nothing like that.” I chuckled, trying to feel relieved. But the truth felt even more gut-wrenching than any legal trouble. At least anything like that could theoretically be sorted out with money. But things with Laney—not so simple. “You know how Laney’s been staying at my place while her building’s under renovation?”

Miles slammed down his beer mug. “I knew it. I knew it!” He turned to Damon. “Dude, didn’t I tell you it’d only be a matter of time?”

I blinked. “You told him what would be a matter of time?”

“You fucked her!” Miles said, loud as hell.

Damon and I both hissed, trying to get him to quiet the fuck down.

“Don’t talk about her like that,” I growled.

“Like what?” He held his hands up defensively. “Did you, or didn’t you?”

“Yeah. But Jesus, don’t say it like that. She’s my friend, and…I don’t know. Just don’t say it like that, man. She’s not like one of my hookups. This is Laney.”

Miles tilted his head toward Damon, raising his brows like they knew something I didn’t. They were probably thinking it wasn’t like talking about fucking women had ever bothered me before, but saying that about Laney felt different. It didn’t feel right.

“What we did last night,” I sighed, spearing my fingers through my hair, “it was more than just fucking. That’s all I’m saying.”

Miles just chuckled, leaving Damon to be the one to reply, “So, now what?