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He couldn’t argue. But none of them were Madison. Not that she gave a shit. He’d finally confessed his truth to her—poured his heart out and given her his fears—and she’d fucking hung up on him. Oh, and started another relationship, leaving him behind. Just like his mother. Was that some maneuver from the female playbook, how to rip out a guy’s guts through his asshole?
“I know that expression.” Nash scowled. “You’re thinking aboutheragain.”
She wasallhe thought about. His head told him to stop fixating on what and who she was doing. It would better for them both. That was easier said than done. After doing body shots off of Hannah Jamison that horrible night, he’d gotten shitfaced, but not drunk enough to take her—or any other woman—to bed. The way he felt about Madison, he couldn’t. Hannah had cursed him when he had walked out of the bar alone.
“Shut up,” Matt groused.
“No. Stop moping and listen. You’re not getting over her. I don’t even think you’re trying.”
“I am.”
Nash rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen more effort from a sloth. Ever ask yourselfwhyyou’re not getting over her?”
Was his pal insinuating that he was in love with Madison? Since he’d never fallen on Cupid’s bow, Matt didn’t know, but given everything, that seemed…really possible. And if love was the reason his heart refused to let go…maybe he shouldn’t have let his anger and pride make his decisions. Maybe he shouldn’t have given up on them so quickly.
Matt sighed. Or maybe he should have fought harder. Hell, he should probably be fighting right now.
“Yeah. And I’m going to do something about it.” Matt turned and followed Nash’s line of vision. “I see Haisley is here.”
His buddy grinned. “Yes, she is. Damn, that woman…”
“Who has yet to look at you twice?” he teased.
“Fuck off.” He laughed. “I’m getting a brew and going in.”
“Right beside you.”
Nash glared at him. “Dude, if you’re wanting to get back at Madison, don’t hit on her best friend. It won’t end well.”
He had zero interest in the redhead, but he loved yanking Nash’s chain. “Because Madison will be pissed…or you will?”
“Both. Don’t try me.”
Matt burst out laughing. “Don’t worry. I’m just fucking with you. I only want to hear what Haisley has heard from Madison lately.”
Together, they meandered to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. Matt ignored Hannah Jamison as she and another blonde slipped in the front door and wandered toward the pool tables where Haisley and two other ladies stood, all holding glasses of champagne and toasting. Nash swaggered right beside him, giving the beauty with the copper hair a suggestive once-over and a come-on of a smile. Matt saw the attraction. Not only was Haisley’s hair like a beacon, but she had huge green eyes, a pouty mouth, and curves for days. Knowing Nash, it was her sassy attitude that hooked him. That man loved a challenge.
“Game plan?” Matt asked.
“Since telling her she looks mighty fucking fine and that I’d love to take her to bed and make her scream her throat raw won’t work—”
“Tried that already?”
“Yep.”
Matt laughed. “God, that was stupid.”
“I know. I saw her, and I was blindsided. My filter failed me, and the first words in my head just…popped out.”
“Your filter working tonight?”
“Since I haven’t yet told you that you’re a raving moron for sitting on your ass while some other guy makes time with your girl, I’d say so.”
“Ouch.”
“The truth hurts, buddy.”
“Yeah. I already said I’m going to do something about it.”
