TAKE TWO_ Who says you can't ma - Heather M. Orgeron Page 0,64
on his face. “I think she might be it for me.”
“Great.” There’s no hiding the sarcasm in my tone. Chance is the biggest player I’ve ever known. Great guy—just likes a variety when it comes to his bed.
“I don’t see why this has to be a bad thing.”
“Nya’s going to fucking flip her shit when she finds out. That’s why it’s a bad thing. You’ve never had a relationship that’s lasted longer than two weeks. Another reason it’s a very bad thing. Need I go on?”
He holds out a hand to stop me. “Well, we’ll know Nya’s reaction soon enough. Hannah’s at your place breaking the news as we speak.”
As if his announcement conjured it, my message alert dings. When I see my wife’s name pop up, I narrow my eyes in his direction and shake my head.
Nya: So… Hanna and Chance. Tell me you didn’t know about this?
Liam: Just as shocked as you are, Babycakes.
Nya: Fish a little. Try to see how into her he is. I swear he better not break her heart. My girl is talking babies and marriage. This has disaster written all over it.
Liam: No can do. We are staying out of it.
Nya: The fuck we are. You better keep that boy in line, husband.
Liam: That’s what I meant to say.
Nya: Great. ☺ Would you mind ordering me some wings to go? Honey BBQ. Then stop at that little hibachi place and get some of their meat sauce for me to dip it in? Pretty please, with a blowjob on top?
Liam: Meat sauce? I got your meat sauce right here…
Nya: Maybe for dessert. Seriously, I NEED that sauce.
Liam: Let me get this straight…You want me to walk into a restaurant and ask for meat sauce?
Nya: It’s the white one. There’s a brown one for veggies and a white one for meat. Be specific. The brown one is gross.
Liam: Honey BBQ wings and white meat sauce, coming right up.
“Oh, I know what she’s talking about. It’s actually called yum-yum sauce.” Chance points to the screen, reading over my shoulder.
“Great. Even better.”
Nya: Y’all wrap things up and come home. Hannah and I are in the mood to hang out.
Liam: Be home soon.
I order Nya’s wings to go and have another beer, working myself up to face my wife after the bomb our best friends just dropped on us. She’s finally tolerating Chance. If he fucks this up, all bets are off.
Once her food arrives, we pay our tabs and head out. Chance follows me to the hibachi place, trailing me inside so he can witness my humiliation. I think he’s also a little afraid to confront Nya first, without having me there as a buffer. Can’t say I blame the guy. She can be terrifying for such a little person.
Just as I suspected, I’m the laughingstock of Yamato Steakhouse when I walk in and order white meat sauce to go.
“Just the sauce? No steak or chicken?”
“Just the sauce. Wife wants to dip her barbeque wings in it.”
The little Asian guy scrunches his nose in disgust.
My sentiments exactly. “She’s pregnant.”
“Ahh,” he nods. “On the house, then.” He fixes a few extra to-go cups. “Here take more in case she wants to put it on her eggs or something in the morning.”
I want to laugh at the ridiculousness, but instead I thank him, because he’s probably just saved me another trip.
“Where’s Ellie?” I look around the room for my daughter when Nya meets us in the foyer, snatching the food from my hands like she hasn’t eaten in a week. The second that girl hears car doors she’s on her feet.
My gorgeous wife lifts up onto her toes and presses her plump lips to mine before answering. “Went for a sleepover at Kennedi’s. Thanks for picking this up for me. You’re the best husband I’ve ever had.”
“I’m the only husband you’ve ever had.”
Her wink is filled with mischief. “That also makes you the worst.” She smooths a hand over my chest then turns toward my sidekick. I’m fully expecting all hell to break loose. “Hey, Chance.” She smiles at him in a way I haven’t seen since college—pre-club days. “Hannah’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”
Well, that was pleasant.
I follow my wife into the kitchen, where we join our friends at the breakfast table. It’s fucking weird to see the two of them holding hands and gazing longingly at each other. This’ll take some getting used to.
“Spades?” Chance grabs the deck of cards from the center of the table