“Mine either,” Ally concurred.
“I can’t believe you’re f**k buddies with Luke Stark,” Sissy’s tone was accusing and she was glaring at me. Obviously f**k buddies wasn’t where she thought this was heading. She likely had visions of wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and was planning my bachelorette party.
“I can’t believe it either,” Indy said but she didn’t sound accusing, she sounded amused.
“I wish I was f**k buddies with Luke Stark,” Tod told everyone and got a scowl from Stevie.
“Me too,” Ally’s voice sounded far away.
“Ally!” Roxie and Jet cried in unison.
Ally snapped back into the room. “I’m just saying.” She looked at Roxie. “Has Hank ever done a cookie swipe?”
Roxie looked away. “No,” she mumbled, obviously liking the idea of a cookie swipe.
“Eddie?” Ally’s gaze had moved to Jet.
“We did it against the wall once,” she hesitated. “Or twice,” she said in a low voice then her voice got lower. “Or maybe four times.”
Everyone stared at her.
Daisy gave a tinkly-bell laugh. “The wall is good.”
“So, what now?” Jet asked, moving attention away from wall sex with Eddie.
I shook my head because I didn’t know what now.
What I knew was that I’d always, since I was eight, wanted Luke Stark to want me to be his girl then his girlfriend and now I was “his woman”. I knew I’d had the best night and morning of sex in my whole f**king life. I knew that I liked moving around in Luke’s kitchen wearing his sweatshirt and kissing him while he sat on the counter probably more than he liked it.
I knew Luke was right. I was lucky, but not for the reasons he said. And I felt lucky. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
I also knew I was screwed.
Because worse than never getting what you always wanted was having it and losing it.
“Uh-oh, I don’t like the look on your face,” Tod said to me.
“What?” I asked, knowing exactly what he meant.
“I’m thinkin’ we’re not in the straightaway here, am I wrong Sugar?” Daisy put in.
She was not wrong. “I need more coffee,” I said to deflect conversation from me, mainly because I could take no more. I needed peace and quiet and alone time, something I hadn’t had in days.
Everyone looked at everyone else.
I got up and went to the coffee counter. “Set me up, Tex.”
He stared at me. “Darlin’…” he started and I just knew he was going to impart some sage piece of wisdom on me that I couldn’t cope with, not then, not ever.
“Set me up, Tex,” I repeated.
Tex ignored my demand and said, “He won’t let you do it.”
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I was not having this conversation.