stood stock still in my living room. No doubt, Jason’s presence had her befuddled. She looked back at me. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”
“Hey, Vee,” Jason said as he walked over and gave her a hug. “I was just telling Fiona I missed hanging out with you two weirdos.”
Vicky shot me a look of complete what-the-hell. She looked back at Jason after I gave her a noncommittal shrug. “It’s good to see you too, Jase. I just kind of didn’t expect to see you around considering all that went down with Fee’s new boyfriend.” Vicky never avoided the elephant in the room.
“Yeah, I figured.” He jerked his head towards me. “From the little she’s told me, he doesn’t seem like the sharing type.”
Vicky snorted. “He’s a psychopath. It’s a miracle he allows me to spend time with her.”
Jason raised his brows at me. “A psychopath?”
I nodded, because really, what else could I do. It was true. Damien was an absolute undiagnosed psychopath.
Who made my body sing with pleasure and my heart weep in agony.
“Okay, I may be taking my life in my own hands here, but how about you take a shower and I take you girls to a late lunch?” he suggested.
“Fuck that, Jase. Fiona’s heartbroken if you can’t tell by the puffy eyes, wrinkled ensemble, and rat’s nest on top of her head.” Vicky plopped herself down on the couch. “We need this to be an early dinner that comes with alcohol and bad decisions.” She shook her head. “Lunch just ain’t going to cut it.”
Jason laughed. “Okay. I can do an early dinner with drinks and bad decisions. How bad are we talking about?”
I let out my first genuine laugh since Friday. God, I love this woman, and if she ends up pregnant by a complete stranger, I have every intention of helping her raised that sweet baby. But, then, a thought occurred to me. “You don’t think that’d ruin things between you and Will?”
She huffed. “Puhlease, unless his dick can reach me all the way from New York, my legs ain’t staying closed for a man who I know isn’t keeping his pants on for me.”
“Okay, who’s Will?”
“Okay, while I go jump in the shower and try to make myself presentable, Vicky can tell you all about her new friend Will.”
I scurried on into my bedroom and gathered my clothes before heading to the bathroom to shower. As I made me way over, I could hear Vicky telling Jason all about Will. I turned on the shower and, stepping underneath the spray, I had to admit it felt wonderful. I knew I couldn’t hold a pity party forever and tonight was the first step to getting my shit together.
As I showered, my thoughts wandered to Jason. I thought it was weird that I could hang out with him and feel nothing sexual when I had just slept with him not too long ago. When I tried to think back to the sex, it was like a distant memory that carried no emotion. Earlier when he touched my face, my first thought had been that he shouldn’t be touching me because of Damien. I felt nothing other than trepidation that he was overstepping when I belonged to another man.
But I didn’t belong to another man. I kicked that other man out of my house and told him not to come back. Yet, here I was in the shower, confused and angry about it.
I finished showering but stayed under the cold spray as long as I could to try to diminish my puffy eyes. When I couldn’t take the cold anymore, I got out and proceeded to get ready. Since my mission was to just get drunk and not get impregnated by a stranger, I kept with the basics. A little mascara, a touch of lip gloss and my hair thrown up in a messy bun, and I was ready to go in my green summer dress. I just needed to strap on my sandals and we could go.
I went and grabbed my shoes from my bedroom, then made my way into the living room. I sat down on one of the mismatched armchairs. “Have you guys decided where we should go?”
Jason was sitting on the couch next to Vicky with his arm draped over the backrest. “Nope. Vee just finished filling me in on her night of cucumber debauchery, so we haven’t gotten that far yet.”