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“Do you find it odd that he’s asking our supporters to attend?”
“Normally, I would,” he answered. “However, that mess between Rylee and Laney is another thing that needs to be addressed.” Fox ran a hand through his hair. “I just wish I knew which side Alexander was on.”
“I think he’s on his side,” I replied. “No matter what he has going on with August and his family, there’s no way Alexander’s going to risk his place in the organization for August Remington.” I shrugged. “Not to sound like a complete asshole, but out of all of us, August is the least…beneficial.”
Fox smirked. “True. However, he’s not completely inconsequential, either. He wouldn’t have been recruited, otherwise.”
I glanced at my watch. “Well, this class is done for,” I sighed.
“My classes are done for the day,” Fox stated. “Want to grab a drink? We can figure out what to do about your Sutton problem.”
I eyed him, and I was grateful he was being decent again. Fox Harrington didn’t owe me anything. We might be bonded through The Order, but that didn’t mean we had to be friends. Still, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that all the shit going on between Stone and August was turning us into friends. It was clear that Fox, Saxton, and I were on Stone’s side. Even without the drama, there was no getting around the fact that August Remington was a shifty motherfucker.
“Yeah, I’d appreciate that,” I answered.
Though grateful for the ear, it was going to take more than one beer to fix things with Sutton.
Chapter 8
Sutton~
The barbecue had been lively enough, but it hadn’t been lively enough to get my mind off Ross goddamn Carmichael. The worst part had come when Earl had introduced me to a guy who I would normally have been interested in, but not this time around.
When Earl had introduced me to Heath Resnik, my eyes had raked him in, fulling appreciating what a good-looking guy he was. He was tall, around six-foot, and had light blonde hair, kind brown eyes, an All-American face that you usually saw on magazine ads, and he was built nicely enough to imagine that he wasn’t a disappointment in bed.
Any other day, I would have chatted him up, gotten to know him, then hoped for something more. However, today wasn’t any other day. Today was today, and today sucked fucking donkey balls.
The only thing that had saved the awkward meeting had been Delta. She knew all about what had happened between me and Ross, so when she’d seen him talking to me, she’d already known to come in for the rescue. Delta was very aware that I still had feelings for the asshole, and I owed her big time for rescuing me.
So, after meeting Heath, Delta had stuck to my side, and they had ended up bonding over their strange love for eighties music. It had ended up being a good time, but even as miserable as I’d been, it hadn’t escaped my notice that Delta hadn’t invited Malcolm to the barbecue.
When we had finally called it a day, Heath had pulled me aside and had told me all about how Earl had been trying to help him get over an ex-girlfriend. It had been a sweet explanation of why we hadn’t connected. Heath had taken full responsibility for the lack of sizzle and had wanted to own up to it. He had informed me how he wasn’t quite ready to move on, much to Earl’s annoyance.
Though our stories were nowhere near the same, my residual feelings for Ross had me telling Heath that I was also dealing with some complicated emotions of my own, and I thought it was a good idea for us to remain just friends. We had exchanged numbers, and I looked forward to hanging out with him some more. Plus, now Delta had someone she could rock out to the eighties with.
After the barbecue, I had come straight home, ready to just sleep the rest of the day away. I wasn’t sure where Delta had run off to, but between Thursday being a heavy class day, that mess with Ross, then a barbecue that ran too late for my liking, I was exhausted.
So, sitting on the couch, the television on in the background for some noise, I was on my phone, scrolling through goddamn Pinterest again.
I wasn’t sure how long I was numbing my brain before I heard the front door open. I turned around and Delta was walking in, a huge smile on her face.
“What’s that smile for?”
“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m just in a good mood.”
“Reliving the eighties will do that to you,” I teased.
She laughed. “Isn’t he awesome?” Delta blushed like a schoolgirl, though I knew it had nothing to do with attraction. She really was just an eighties’ music fanatic.
“He’s good people,” I agreed.
Delta dropped on the couch. “I just…I had fun.”
“So, did I, considering,” I conceded.
“Speaking of,” she said. “Are you going to tell me what the hell all that was about earlier?”
When Delta had rescued me from Ross, she had been on her way to class, so there hadn’t been time to tell her the details of our conversation. Then, by the time our classes for the day had been over, we had headed over to Earl’s, putting the conversation on hold again.
