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“I don’t remember.” I snag his drink and take an unsatisfying sip. “Ugh, where’s the rum?” I cough, nearly gagging on the watered-down Coke.
Finch laughs while twirling his gold wedding band with a smile. “Gotta look after Gabriella in the morning. Heidi has some mothers’ club thing, so I’m on baby duty.”
I nod because that’s what responsible parents do. They don’t go out with their single, man-whoring friend, who is looking to get drunk and drown his sorrows in a bottle of Jack jammed between the tits of some blonde barfly. That’s what a typical Friday night for me is like, but for Finch, who has been married for two years to the love of his life, Heidi, Friday night consists of one nonalcoholic drink with his best buddies before going home to his hot, loving wife and having amazing, freaky sex.
With that thought in mind, I reach past him and snatch Hunter’s beer.
“You look like shit,” Hunter states, and as much as I love his honesty, I really am not in the mood.
But he presses, regardless of me clamming up. “It’s been a year, man.” He holds up a finger just in case I didn’t hear him, but I got it, loud and clear.
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I object with a firm shake of my head and quickly chug the contents of my stolen beer.
“We’re just worried about you,” Finch joins in, his gray eyes softening when he witnesses my emotional retreat.
“I’m fine,” I retort, really needing another drink.
I try to flag down the bartender, but the crowd has suddenly grown, and she’s attending to other thirsty patrons.
“Do you want your dick to fall off?” Hunter bluntly demands.
“Excuse me?” I’m unable to wipe the smile from my face, amused by his melodramatics.
“You heard me.” He leans forward, his huge body invading Finch’s small frame.
“No, Hunter, I do not want my dick to fall off. Get to the point already,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“Well, that’s what’s gonna happen if you keep boning these random girls.”
“I seriously doubt that.” I scoff, but Finch nods, obviously agreeing with Hunter.
“Chicks instantly drop their panties the moment you flash those big baby blues their way. It really is too easy, and in turn, you’re becoming New York’s biggest manwhore,” Hunter declares. His bluntness suddenly pisses me off.
“When did you turn into such a pussy?” I bark at him, narrowing my eyes. “I expected it from him…” I gesture with my head toward Finch. “No offense,” I add, and he shrugs, not at all offended.
“But you, man,” I say to Hunter. “Last I checked, you had no problem screwing random chicks. So quit it with the holier-than-thou crap.”
I’m getting pissed off rather quickly, but when I get advice from Hunter, who of all people shouldn’t be lecturing me about my hookups, I can’t help but lose my cool. I’ve known these boys for the majority of my life. We did everything together. Therefore, I know the shit we’ve done, especially Hunter.
Finch, however, has been our voice of reason. He’s saved us from many situations that could have turned sour if not for his levelheadedness. But Hunter has always been wild and free.
I love these two morons like brothers. They’ve seen me at my worst and never once judged me until now.
“What’s with the third degree?” I ask, calmed down somewhat.
Finch nervously lowers his eyes, and I still have no fucking clue what’s happening.
When Hunter sees my confusion, he clarifies. “We’re worried, man. Next week is…you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Are you high?” I loosen my navy tie as it’s suddenly suffocating me.
Finch’s thin lips pull into a tight line, which is never a good sign.
“Spit it out, Finch.”
“It’s the thirteenth,” he replies, finally meeting my eyes.
“Yeah. And?” I question with a baffled shrug.
