Then took a nap.
It felt like I had just closed my eyes when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Squinting one eye open against the too-bright summer sunset shinin' through the apartment's living room window, I picked it up and checked the time.
Almost half past six. Woke up just in time for my programs.
I slid open the text notification.
RHETT
Might wanna get down to the bar.
BRODY
Why's that?
RHETT
Just trust me.
BRODY
Better be good. Was just gettin ready to watch Real Housewives.
RHETT
You need to find some taste
Get down here. Ain't dealin with this shit alone.
And that had my attention. No matter what the issue was, I wouldn't let my best friend deal with it on his own.
I slipped on a clean pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt. Threw on my boots and hat because wasn't sure if we'd be gettin' up to cowboy shit tonight. If I was about to be throwin' a punch, I oughta be wearin' my hat.
After a few minutes, I finally made it down the staircase that led out to the back parking lot and made a sharp U-turn into the dimly lit bar. Wasn't prepared for what I saw, though—Calvin and Sassy cuttin' a rug.
"What in the sweet baby Jesus is goin' on there?" I said, sidlin' up to Rhett where he sat on a stool in the corner of the bar.
"Oh, haven't you heard? Those girls are the best of friends now."
I blinked. "I beg your finest fuckin' pardon?"
"Mhm."
"And how in the good fuck did that happen?"
Rhett just laughed and took a sip of his beer. "Your guess is as good as mine. Thought for sure they'd spend the summer tryin' to kill each other."
I gulped. "Should I be scared?"
"Probably."
Just then, Sassy turned toward us and crooked a finger. I couldn't tell who she was pointin' to, so with brows creepin' up my forehead I gestured between me and Rhett in question.
Sassy merely shrugged then turned around to keep dancin' with Calvin, like she didn't quite care which of us came to her.
She'd take either.
I wasn't touchin' that landmine with a ten-foot pole.
