“I’m with Elvira on this one,” Camille put in her two cents. “Especially the drunk part seein’ as Tyra’s not drunk, she’s hammered. I do not see good things with this talk. Men like drunk women who get horny. They do not like drunk women who get hysterical about future babies…” I looked at her and she finished, “or not as the case may be.”
Oh God.
I was totally calling him.
I dropped my head and started digging through my clutch again.
“But this is important, she shouldn’t waste time if they don’t see eye-to-eye on their future. She should talk to him,” Sadie cast her vote.
“I agree,” Tess agreed with Sadie.
“I’m on the fence,” Tracy put in. “I see all your points.”
“Why am I not surprised about that?” Elvira muttered and I yanked out my phone and held it straight up in the air.
“Found it!” I cried.
“Oh shit,” Elvira muttered again.
“Jesus,” Camille murmured.
“Oh man,” Gwen whispered.
I dropped my hand, dropped my head and started stabbing the phone with my finger.
“I’m guessing this means we’re calling it a night,” Tess declared. “I’m calling Brock. Anyone need a ride home?”
“Hawk’s coming. He already texted me that he’s on his way. We have room. I can give rides too,” Gwen offered as I messed up and accidentally called my friend Susie in Tennessee so I had to disconnect and start over.
“Mitch is on his way too so we can take a few people,” Mara stated and, at her words, I got distracted and looked at her because I suddenly forgot what I was doing seeing as I wanted to meet Big Hearted Detective Mitch Lawson.
“I took a taxi here and Tack told me this would go long so he decided he’s at his place tonight. I’ll take a ride with you and Mitch,” I told her.
“Cool,” she said softly and smiled at me.
I went back to my phone and successfully hit Tack’s contact so I put it to my ear and listened to it ring.
It rang once then his gravelly voice came at me with, “Everything good?”
Damn, I liked his voice. Even on the phone.
“We need to talk,” I declared.
Silence then, “Say again?”
“Where are you?” I asked.
“The Compound havin’ drinks with the boys,” he answered.
“We need to talk. Now or close to now. My place when, of course, I get there and, uh, you do too. Mitch and Mara are taking me home.”
“We need to talk?”
“Yep.”
“About what?”
I brought the mouthpiece of my phone closer to my lips and whispered with heavy meaning, “Everything.”