Full Contact (Worth the Fight #2) - Sidney Halston Page 0,62
was true. The man was dreamy—any woman with eyes would agree. Either way, Jessica’s eyes were fixed jealously on Francesca, who was standing back but still very much part of the men’s group. She was obviously not a girls’ girl. In fact, she seemed very uncomfortable at the moment. She whispered something to Slade, who nodded.
“It was nice to see you all,” Francesca said to the women, and waved goodbye.
“So, what’re you doing in town, darlin’?” Travis asked again.
“I’m a nurse. Looking for work. Staying with JL for a while. Amarillo is b-o-r-i-n-g. Needed a change—”
“You still talk a lot,” Cain said.
That shut her up. “Oh. Sorry.”
“That’s rude,” Jessica scolded Cain.
“Yeah, Cain. That’s not nice,” Chrissy added.
“Was it a secret?” Cain said.
“Ass!” Violet said as she stumbled out of the booth. She tried to push Cain aside, but he didn’t budge, so she maneuvered around him. “It was nice to meet y’all. JL, I can take you home, my car’s here, and you told me you didn’t have a car last time we spoke. Oh wait…I should shut up…I wouldn’t want to overtalk.” She nearly tripped as she finished her sentence, and Cain instinctively grabbed her forearms and steadied her. Violet’s spine stiffened at the contact.
“No. Don’t think so,” Slade broke in. “Come on, we’ll drive you all home.”
“I’m perfectly fine to…She’s right, you’re so dreamy,” Jessica said to Slade.
Slade laughed.
“I miss Jack. Where’s my Jack? I love drunk sex with Jack,” Chrissy pouted.
“Please, stop with the sex talk,” Slade begged. “My best friend and my sister…No, please, just don’t.”
Chrissy pulled out her phone and drunk-dialed Jack. “Hi, babe. I want to have sex….No, not drunk. Horny.” Everyone laughed. “Oh, yeah! Really?…Yes.” Chrissy put her phone down for a second, pulled at the elastic waistband of her linen pants, and looked down. Then she grabbed her phone again. “Pink lace.”
“Oh my God! Seriously stop that. It’s disturbing,” Slade said, snatching the phone out of her hand. “I’m taking the girls home,” he said to Jack. “They are all drunk. Have one of your guys come pick up her car.” He clicked off and handed Chrissy her phone.
“I can drive. I’m really okay. I just had…” Jessica counted off on her fingers. “One, two, five…like fourteen drinks.”
“Ha. I had twenty-seven drinks.” Chrissy laughed.
Cain picked up the bill on the table and scanned it. Without comment he handed it to Slade, who snorted. “Combined, you all had like thirteen drinks,” Slade said as he threw some money on the table and shuffled the four women out the door. Cain and Travis followed.
“No. I drive. I just got into town. I can drive. I don’t want to leave my car,” Violet insisted.
“Ass in Slade’s car, Chatty,” Cain ordered.
“Seems like you both have the same nickname,” Travis said.
“Shut up, Texas,” Cain said.
“Don’t call me Chatty, you big ogre.” She pushed Cain, who again didn’t budge. “I’m driving,” Violet yelled, and stomped off.
Cain didn’t hesitate: he grabbed her by her thighs with one of his arms and lifted her over his shoulders. Chrissy, Jessica, and Jamie Lynn’s mouths opened in surprise, then they began to laugh and giggle.
“Put me down this instant,” Violet yelled, kicking. “This is illegal. Kidnapping. Plus I’m too heavy. You’ll get hurt.” She continued to kick and scream. Her hair cascaded down Cain’s back.
He moved toward Jamie Lynn, who took a step back. “Car?” One word—that was all he said. Jamie Lynn pointed to a small blue Prius.
“Clown car,” Cain said under his breath. He strode toward the clown car, set her down, grabbed her purse, pulled out her key, and opened the passenger door. Violet stood with her hands on her hips, swaying lightly, but Cain wasn’t done. He lifted her up again and none too gently tossed her into the passenger seat. Then he walked to the driver’s side, awkwardly folded himself into the car, revved it up, and took off.
“Well, then, I guess he’s taking her home,” Jamie Lynn said. No one spoke for a few seconds before they all began to laugh again.
“That’s the most emotion I’ve seen from Cain in all the years I’ve known him,” Slade said. “Not to mention the most words.”
“I’ll take you home, sis,” Travis said to JL. They said their goodbyes and took off. Then Chrissy and Jessica got into Slade’s big truck.
“You girls drank too much. You’re going to feel terrible tomorrow morning,” Slade said as he drove.
“Poor Jack. He’s going to have to deal with my bitchiness tomorrow.”