“Come on, Brody. Not even a little? You’ve been with Kacie for a few months now and while I agree that she’s smoking fucking hot, you’re fucking the same * every night. Doesn’t that get old?”
I thought back to the look on her face the night before when I was buried deep inside of her on the pier. “Not even a little.”
“You’re so * whipped.”
“I am.” I grinned at him unapologetically. “And I’m loving every minute of it. You’ll understand one day.”
“Fuck that! I’m staying single forever.”
I threw my practice jersey over my head and stared at him incredulously. “You’re not single now, idiot.”
“Technically, no. But I fuck whoever the hell I want and she never leaves me.”
“And what if she did? Would it even bother you?”
Viper frowned and looked at the ground, lost in thought. Had I tamed the beast with that question? Was he actually going to be thoughtful about something for once in his life? He tossed his helmet on top of his big melon and smiled at me. “Nah. I’d have more room in my closet, and I wouldn’t have to rush home and wash my sheets before she gets back and discovers I fucked a tiny brunette senseless in our bed last night. And then again this morning.” He winked and turned to head out of the locker room.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t so thoughtful.
“Today, please,” Maureen huffed.
My hands were shaking as I tried to push a needle into a drunken idiot’s arm as smoothly as possible, but it was worse than trying to wrestle pants onto a toddler. I could feel Maureen’s hot breath on my neck as she hovered over me, waiting for me to screw up.
“Ow! That hurts, bitch!” Drunk Guy yelled, showering beer-tainted spit droplets all over my face.
Suddenly, I didn’t care very much whether it hurt him or not. It’s not like he would remember it tomorrow anyway.
I went toward him with the needle again and he yanked his arm back as far as the handcuffs would allow. “Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Calm down,” the police officer standing next to him said as he pushed his shoulders back down.
“Maureen, I need you for a minute,” Darla called from the hallway.
Maureen glared at me. “Hurry up. We have a full house tonight.”
Once she hurried out of the room, I narrowed my eyes at Drunk Guy. “Listen, dude. I want to give you this IV about as bad as you want to get it, but it’s my job to make your sorry, drunk ass feel better. Sit back, relax, shut your mouth, and I’ll get this done as quick and as painless as possible. Got it?”
The officer pulled his fist up to his mouth and coughed, trying to cover up his laugh.
“You’re hot,” Drunk Guy slurred at me with a lopsided grin.
I rolled my eyes and bent over him to try the IV again. Second time was a charm, thank God. I got him all set up and walked out to the front desk where Darla was sitting.
“How did that go?” Darla nodded her head toward the room I just came from.
“Awful. I got hit on.”
“Is he cute?”
The corners of my mouth curled down and I frowned at her. “He’s plastered.”
“That doesn’t scare me.” She winked. “The drunker, the feistier.”
“Well, if you like obnoxious, overweight, drunk guys with mullets, he’s your man.”
The rest of the night moved at lightning speed, and for that I was thankful. As soon as midnight rolled around, I was out of there for the whole weekend. Brody was coming to get us bright and early and we were heading up to his parents’ farm. I made the Parenting 101 mistake of telling Lucy and Piper days ago, and they’d been asking every five minutes since then if it was time to leave. I couldn’t wait to wake them in the morning and finally say yes!
Midnight rolled around and I was gathering up my things from my cubby when Darla plopped down on the chair next to me dramatically.
“Tired?” I asked.
“Exhausted,” she said through a yawn.
“What time are you out of here?”
“Six o’clock.”
“Just in time for breakfast. You’re almost there.” I smiled sympathetically at her. “What are you doing this weekend?”
“Nothing. This will be my first weekend off in months. I’m going to order Chinese and lie in my underwear all weekend, watching trashy reality show reruns.” She clapped.
“Did someone say underwear?” Zach slid up to the counter and flashed a cocky grin at us. Chitchat time came to an abrupt end as I grabbed my lunch bag and slipped my hoodie over my head.
“What are you still doing here, handsome?” Darla cooed at him in such a way that it made my stomach roll.
“Not still. I just got here.”
“Where’s your uniform?”
“I’m not working, just here catching up on some paperwork.”
“Good night, Darla. I’ll see you next week,” I said quickly and turned toward the door.
“Have fun this weekend, Kacie. Give those girls a kiss for me.”