“Oh pu-leeze! He was just sewing his oats before he settles down. All men do it, but a man like Grayson realizes what kind of woman he needs in his life. We’ll make a great partnership. He said so himself.”
“He did?” another asks while Mer reaches across the table and squeezes my hand in support.
“He did. Why, before I left, he said I was perfect and then he kissed me and, let me tell you ladies, Grayson Lucas can definitely kiss.”
I want to go off. I’m so close to the edge, it’s ridiculous. He wanted Cammie to meet his family? He said she was perfect? Who the fuck does he think he is? Was he just playing me for the fool, or because I didn’t jump onboard with his plans he replaced me that quickly?
I get up and stomp out. I don’t care if Cammie sees me or not. I’m so mad. I’d like to punch Grayson Lucas in his big, fat nose.
“C? What are you thinking? You know Cammie. She’s probably exaggerating and you can’t put a lot of stock into…” I ignore her, walking straight to my car. “C!” she yells, and I finally stop and spin around to face her. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to Texas and punching Gray Lucas in his pretty boy face.”
“Oh. Well, yes! Definitely do that! Heck, if I could get off work, I’d go with you! You should go do it right now! Don’t let him get away with it a minute longer.”
She’s entirely too gleeful over this shit for my liking, but she’s right. I’m going to confront the bastard and make him sorry he thought it was okay to play me.
Cammie’s fiancé! That lying snake.
“It’s a good thing you went into golfing because your fencing sucks,” Blue grumbles, wiping the sweat out of his eyes with a rag he’s stored in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Bite me,” I grumble, holding my thumb which I just slammed with a hammer moments before. My mind isn’t on what I’m doing. Hell, my mind hasn’t been on anything but CC for way too long. She’s a fever in my blood and she’s infected my system completely. Everything reminds me of her. The color of the sunset reminds me of her hair. The leaves on mom’s roses reminds me of her eyes. Hell, the other day I was eating a peach and the taste of it even reminded me of her. God! What the fuck am I going to do? I need to get her out of my head, and soon. I can’t go on like this. That much is for sure.
My cellphone rings and I pick it up expecting to see Cammie’s number. She’s been calling nonstop. It took me two days to get rid of her and her father when they came down here. I still haven’t figured out their exact reason for coming here other than Riverton said he was in the area for other business and thought he’d check in on me. Mostly, I think they came in to look down on everything. Mom hated Cammie and Maggie wasn’t far behind her. There were a few times I thought we were going to have an old-fashioned cat fight and my money would have been on my mom. It doesn’t even matter how old she is. If Mom had went at her, Cammie would have never known what hit her.
The number showing up on my phone, however, isn’t Cammie’s; it’s Seth’s. I know what he’s calling about and I’ve been dreading this conversation. “I have to take this,” I tell Blue, and he rolls his eyes at me. Then again, he thinks all cell phones are evil.
“Hey, Seth.”
“Don’t you ‘Hey, Seth’ me. Did you tell Riverton you didn’t want his sponsorship?”
“Seth…”
“You needed Riverton to grease the wheels here, Grayson! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that he and his daughter showing up at my mother’s house unannounced and talking down about everything and everyone here was just too fucking much to deal with. So, I told him he could either sponsor me or not. Besides, her father seems to think because I have a big bank account, I’m great boyfriend material. At this point, the farther I’m away from David Riverton and his whack-o daughter, the better.”
“Kind of a ballsy move for a fucker who’s been literally blackballed.”
“Whatever.”
“He especially liked the part where you called his daughter a perfect bitch.”
“Hey, what can I say? I have a way with words.”
“Riverton asked me to inform you that he got a job offer.”
“So? What the fuck do I care?”
“He’s been promoted to overseer of the championship tour.”
“Motherfucker!”
“If you’re going to piss off the big dogs, you better expect to have shit thrown at you, Lucas.”
“Whatever. Good luck trying to keep me out. All those fuckers can kiss my ass. I came in fifty-one overall the first part of this season and that was with being off for the last two weeks. They can block me. So I have to putt from every shit-hole coming or going, it doesn’t matter. I will survive and advance and flip them off while I do it,” I growl, fed up with the whole fucking thing.
“Finally, my brother has found his dick,” Blue mutters in the background.