Page 21 of Love in Overdrive

“Now I know why he didn’t call. He had the woman from the rink to warm his bed.” Laney sunk deeper into the corner booth at the Main Street Bar. The minute she saw Cade’s face and realized he was the guy flirting with the crop-top girl across the rink, she bolted. Addison and Marti followed her, out and they ended up drowning her sorrows in tequila shots and beer chasers.

“You don’t know that.”

She gave Marti a yeah-right look through lowered lids.

“No, seriously. Yes, she wanted him and didn’t care who knew, but we don’t know if he reciprocated.” One look from Addison and Marti added, “Yeah, sorry. You’re right. He’s scum. Who needs him?”

“I’m just meant to be single.” Laney played with the lemon wedge.

“I think…” Addison paused. “This might be the time for you. I’m not saying you will never find a worthy man, but right now should be about you.”

Addison’s words made sense.

“You haven’t gotten over that asshat you were married to,” Marti added.

“I have too.”

Addison’s brow winged up. “Says the woman who hides under the counter when Pete and DeDe walk into the market.”

Laney opened her mouth, then quickly shut it. Well, fudge.

“You’re right.” She dropped her head to the table. “I’m a wuss. But it’s not Pete. I’ve had it out with him more than once, and don’t care to repeat it. It’s DeDe. She had been my friend forever. I don’t know if I can look her in the eyes and not break down. She stabbed me in the back.”

“She wasn’t really your friend if she could do that… Sorry.” Marti winced.

“So, confront her.”

“Easy for you to say, Miss Gray Duck Grove three-years-running.” Seriously, if Addison wasn’t her best friend, Laney could hate her. Not just her looks, but her self-confidence.

“That’s it. Tomorrow. After work. You and me will pay DeDe a visit. Tell her how you feel about her betrayal and say good riddance.”

“I don’t know…” Laney hesitated. All the alcohol in her belly sloshed from side to side.

“Perfect.” Marti raised her glass. “You’re off early tomorrow. Get it out of your system and move on.”

Addison lifted her glass to Marti’s and waited.

Crap. She hated confrontation worse than bra shopping. From the looks on her friends’ faces, she wasn’t getting out of it. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

They all clinked their glasses and downed the last of their beers.

Laney waved a hand at the server. She’d need another if she was going to make it through the next twenty-four hours.