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She glances up at me and turns her head, so her ear is closer to me. Leaning in, I stop when my lips are about an inch from it.
“Ask Shelley for the address of her party.”
Palmer snorts, turning back to the bar, gesturing to the new hang around for some drinks. Great. I never thought about it when we voted, but now Rattler is no longer behind the bar, I will have to train another hang around to know my drink order. Another thing to annoy me tonight.
Lisa fishes her phone out of her purse, tapping around on it. It buzzes almost immediately, and I growl. Shelley definitely declined my call. What the fuck is that about?
Grinning, Lisa looks up from her phone.
“Well?”
Lisa’s grin grows, and she laughs. “She says to ‘tell Merch that she’s dancing’.”
I growl again, ready to tell Lisa that’s not good enough, but she’s not looking at me. Her head is bowed, and she’s texting again. Looking up, Lisa offers me a smile.
“Lucia says they’re at Marty’s house.”
I stare blankly back at her. Those names mean nothing to me, apart from them being fancy, rich kid names. So she’s probably somewhere in Pinedale. That doesn’t exactly narrow things down.
Rolling her eyes, Lisa recites an address. That’s more like it. Nodding to her, I stride out of the clubhouse, Palmer’s laughter ringing in my ears as I go. The fucker wouldn’t understand. He never had to worry about where Lisa was. She lived three floors below him.
It’s an easy ride to Pinedale. The nights are getting colder, the crisp wind blowing in off the desert as it gets closer to winter. I love winter in the desert.
Pulling up in front of the address, I sit on my rig and stare at it. It’s a big house. One of those Spanish-looking ones. The stained glass double front doors are thrown open, and I can see kids partying.
Leaving my rig, I walk up the flagged stone path and into the house. There are people everywhere, drinking out of red solo cups. My eyes search the crowd, looking for Shelley.
Jesus. I think only half the people here are legal to drink. Hell, some of them might not even be legal to fuck.Thisis how Shelley parties? Yeah, she’s definitely not a real rebel.
I spot some people dancing over near the gilt-edged pool table at the huge stone fireplace. None of them are Shelley. So much for dancing.
Ignoring the intrigued and wary looks I’m getting from the other party-goers, I weave through the crowd, my eyes darting around, searching for her.
Finally, I come to a large, airy lounge area with a massive sectional to seat about twelve and some easy chairs. Shelley sits on the plush leather sofa, some dude’s arm around her shoulders.
Well, that’s not happening. Skirting the crowd, staying out of her line of sight, I move behind her and the pretty boy trust fund kid draping himself all over her. Leaning down, my lips brush her ear.
“This doesn’t look like dancing,” I growl. Shelley jumps abouta foot, squealing and turning to me, her hand pressed against her chest. Even with her jumping and twisting, the prick still has his arm around her shoulders.
Shelley smirks lazily, tipping her head to look at me. “Got bored dancing.”
I cross my arms over my chest, staring down at her. Shelley meets my gaze gamely, though she does move, so this asshole’s arm drops away from her shoulders. That’s more like it.
“Where are your friends?”
She’s sitting with this guy and one other girl. So not her dancing girlfriends like her messages suggested.
“Dancing.”
She jabs her finger at the swaying crowd I scoped out when I first arrived, specifically, at two swaying girls in prissy Michelle dresses shaking their shit.
Chapter 13
SHELLEY
Merch’s eyes dart over to Hailey and Jess, coming back to settle on me. I have no idea how he found out where I am, but I’m not exactly mad.
Marty has been hitting on me hard all night, despite the fact I keep brushing him off. He also keeps touching me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I’m here to drink, dance, and smoke weed, not let Marty rub himself all over me. He won’t take a hint.
