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“You have no idea.”
Ringer opens the passenger door for me, letting me climb in. We stop by the bakery, and Ringer helps me load up all of the supplies I need for the construction of the cake. I’ve had the sheets of cake made since Wednesday morning, so now all I need to do is make the frosting to decorate it once we get to the venue.
As soon as we’re on the highway towards Vegas, I plug my phone into the stereo and laugh as Ringer dances to the music I turn on. I figured we needed something light to set the mood since I’m really not ready to talk about what we did Wednesday night. All I want is a smooth, uneventful ride.
Four hours later, after dropping the cakes off at the venue, we’re pulling into Sparrow’s neighborhood. I squirm in my seat as soon as I see my blonde headed best friend jumping up and down in her driveway.
“That’s Sparrow?” Ringer asks, and I glare at him. He chuckles. “Calm down, Princess. All I’m saying is she looks different than she did as a kid.”
“Well, we are 23 now. Not 16.”
“Shit, that sounds fucking shitty when you put it that way. We haven’t seen each other since you were 15. Fuck.” Ringer shakes his head.
“Hey, it’s alright. I see you now, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says soberly.
Ringer puts the van in park and I barely have the door open before Sparrow is right there, ripping me out.
“Hi!” she screams, hugging me tightly.
“Shit, I’ve missed you!” I squeeze her back.
Ringer comes around the van and stops next to us, laughing at us. I push away from Sparrow and look between the two.
“Sparrow, you remember Ringer?”
Sparrow smiles broadly and winks at him. “Ringer.”
“Sparrow,” Ringer greets.
“How is it being a free man?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
“I bet. Now you can get pussy anytime you want,” Sparrow spits unabashedly.
“Sparrow!” I cry.
“What? I’m not wrong,” she shrugs.
“Oh my God,” I groan, slapping my hand on my forehead.
“What? Based on how relaxed he seems and the smile plastered to your face, he’s already fucked you ten ways to Sunday.”
“I do remember how fucking honest you always were, Sparrow,” Ringer chuckles.
“Jack isn’t home yet, but I told him he can fuck off since he’s always working late. We’re going to eat!”
We follow Sparrow inside. Ringer and I both using her bathroom before heading back out. We drive behind her so we can head to our hotel after dinner, and she can go to the rehearsal dinner for the wedding tomorrow.
Sparrow pulls into the Italian restaurant we always go to when I come to town. The hostess leads us to a booth in the back, and Ringer slides in right next to me.
I’m painfully aware of his thick, muscular thigh pressed against mine. We haven’t really talked about what the fuck happened the other night, and part of me is thankful for that. The other part is desperate to know if it was a one time thing or if Ringer feels for me what I have always felt for him.
My gut is saying he has feelings for me, but what the fuck do I know? I’ve never been good at reading men.
Sparrow has never been one to know when to shut the fuck up, and she chatters about any and everything. I watch Ringer out of the corner of my eye to get a sense if he is annoyed or not, but to my surprise, he keeps conversation flowing with her effortlessly.
