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With a roll of my eyes toward my 'frenemy', I check the caller ID and tense seeing a picture of Adam and Amy. I quickly show her, and she furrows her brows before grabbing my hand. We both rush out of the club as she curses, seeing the missed calls on her apparently silent phone.
Crap.
My eyes go to the man sitting at the bar again, adamant that I will speak to him when we return before we rush out the door. I answer my phone, putting it on speaker, but before I can say hello, Adams's gagging can be heard over the receiver.
"Oh, God, Sarah, where the hell is my wife?" He gags some more as mine, and Amy's brows hit our hairline, "Fuck, please tell me it's normal for a two-year-old to try and eat their own shit."
My eyes widen as Amy starts to laugh, not even hiding it from her husband, who growls, "Seriously, baby, this isn't funny, and why didn't you answer your phone when I called five times…Oh god, she's trying to do it again. There's shit everywhere, spread all over the walls, her bed, her body—oh god, I only turned my back for two minutes to dish up her mac 'n' cheese."
This time I start to laugh because, yeah, that shit's funny, pun intended, thank you very much.
Amy grins wide, and I know she's had to deal with this too. She takes my phone from me, "Ok, sweetheart. Go and put her in the tub, then sit her in her highchair so you can scrub the place down," he starts to stutter, "b- but it-its shit," but she butts in, "That I had to deal with yesterday; now go; Momma needs some time; please, with your shifts at the firehouse and my part-time nursing shifts and looking after our darling, I need a break, Adam."
He sighs as I hold in my snort; the man is so whipped.
"Alright, darling, I'm sorry for the call. I love you; you know that; everything you do, fuck, do I love you."
Amy's cheeks redden with a blush as I grin at her bashfulness.
It looks like baby number two could be conceived tonight.
"I love you too."
They hung up before I sighed, "You lucked out good," making her grin wide before linking her arm through mine. The man on the door looked to be trying to hold in his laughter, causing ours to let loose.
Flipping Adam.
When we got back inside, I noticed the man was gone, only the other three near the bar, and I sighed as Amy gave my arm a squeeze in apologies, but I shook my head at her; it's not her fault; she and Adam were my rock during the worst times of my life; they call, and I answer, plain and simple. We head back to the table to see the women looking really uncomfortable as a naked woman shakes her tits towards them, and Helena is nowhere to be seen.
Great.
I sigh again as I sit with Amy, talking with the others, all laughing when we explain the phone call. About ten minutes later, we're all discussing possibly leaving because, well, this isn't our scene when Helena comes over looking red in the face and her hair a mess. Still, she just grins like she won the lottery before opening her mouth, forgetting who's sitting at the table, "This is the best hen do ever; you'll never guess how many orgasms this guy just gave me, and he was a part of the local MC, so he knew what he was doing."
My stomach instantly plummets, not because I feel bad for her fiancé because, well, we all did when he popped the question only a few months ago out of obligation and pressure, but because the guy I was interested in wasn't sitting where he was when we left for the call.
I know I didn't have dibs on him, but come on, the woman is getting fricking married!
Is it me? Do people just hate me?
Helena gives me a winning smirk, but instead of letting her get under my skin, I give her a sweet smile as I grip Amy's hand, hoping she doesn't smack her, which, I would admit, I'd love to see.
"I didn't realize you and Brad decided on an open relationship before the wedding; will it be the same when you're married?"
Her face goes even redder if that were possible, as the girl's snicker.
Bitchy move—yes, but I don't find it ok for her to treat people the way she does, and how Amy is still friends with her; I'll never flipping know; heck, I don't think she even knows why at this point.
She sits down, not replying, knowing the wedding will be off once the news gets back to her fiancé and his family. Hannah is sitting opposite me, Brad's sister, and now scowling at her no longer future sister-in-law as she messages her brother. My eyes go to the back hallway, and surprise-surprise, the man I was eyeing is walking out, zipping up his fly, and I sigh.
No chance I'm going to him now. Helena did a petty thing, obviously only wanting attention on her, but it has now ruined her relationship.
Damn her.
Amy squeezes my thigh to get my attention. "Fancy burger and fries? This party is so over."
I give her a smile and nod, and the other girls follow us as we leave. I make eye contact with the man as I get near the door. His eyes widened like he'd been looking for me before he stepped toward me, his friends looking between us. I just shake my head at him, making him furrow his brows. I tilt my head to the table that I just vacated, making his eyes go to it, where a furious Helena is shouting at us to come back, saying that it's her hen do, before he drops his chin to his chest in realization, shaking his head. One of the men he was with raised a brow at me. He looks like him, maybe a relative, but I just shrug.
He blew his chance; after the crap Shelby and Tate caused, I deserve to be the first pick, not the second.
