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“Ohh. What’d I do? I didn’t do it. I take it back. Don’t double-team me!” he joked, and I shook my head.
Poor Greg had been dealing with our shenanigans for years.
“You’re not in trouble,” Elise said. “Unless you did something. What’d you do?”
“Nothing, I swear.” His voice turned instantly serious. “Ava, help me out.”
“Nah, this is too much fun,” I said.
“Honey, we called because Rory has a plan to help Ava,” Elise started to explain before Greg cut her off.
“A plan with what? Getting revenge on Liam? Cutting off his dick? Making sure he gets an incurable STD? I’m in.” He sounded so happy, joyful even at the idea of hurting Liam. “And I’d like to say, it’s about damn time.”
Elise shot me a look as she rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who told me to call him.”
I’d had no idea how invested people had become in the demise of my marriage. Or how much they hated Liam for what he’d done. Of course, Elise despised the guy—she wasmybest friend. But the way the men in town had reacted to the news when I first moved back was actually refreshing even though I was too traumatized at the time to truly appreciate it.
The men here in Port Rufton didn’t think what Liam had done was cool. They called it inexcusable, and not even the age-oldtypical guy behaviorline could get him off the hook. None of them defended him or his actions. Not even his parents. They had been ashamed and far more apologetic to me than Liam had been. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think he’d ever said he was sorry, which was fine because I knew he wasn’t.
“Hello? Are we doing this or what?” Greg asked, and the noise coming out of the speaker in the phone gave the impression that he was packing things in a hurry.
“It’s not about dipshit Liam,” Elise informed, and I heard Greg let out a disappointed groan, the background noise instantly stopping. “It’s about hotshot Tony.”
“Ah! Yes!” Greg’s tone turned from sad to excited once more. “What about the hot new fisherman?”
Tony would always be considered the new guy. That was, until someone else moved here and took on the role.
“Rory has a plan to make him jealous, and Ava doesn’t think it will work.”
“That’s not true,” I argued. “I just wanted to know if it was a bad idea or not. From a guy’s point of view.”
“Well, what is it?” Greg asked, and we filled him in. It took literally five seconds to tell him the entirety of saidplan. “Honestly, it’s what I would suggest. I think Tony needs some kind of push. Even if it sends him over the edge.”
I threw my head back with his words and blew out a breath toward the ceiling. “Over the edge?” I repeated, suddenly questioning everything.
“We don’t want to throw the guy over any kind of edge, honey. We just want him to throw Ava into the sack.” She tossed me a look. “Right?”
I started shaking my head. “I knew this wasn’t good.”
“Ava.” Greg called my name like he knew I’d started pacing around the kitchen, and I stopped moving long enough for him to start talking again. “Sometimes, guys like Tony need to be tossed into the deep end without a floatation device, so they can learn how to swim.”
“Are you seriously metaphoring me right now?” I asked, referring to the fact that men loved to use metaphors when explaining things to women. It was annoying.
“I’m just saying that if the guy thinks you’ll wait around forever, he won’t get off the pot. He’ll watch from the sidelines, never tagging in because he doesn’t have to.”
“Oh my gosh,” I groaned because…more metaphorseven though they were all mixed together and a jumbled mess.
“He needs a shove. And if he still doesn’t do anything about it when he thinks he might lose his shot with you, then he doesn’t deserve to have one.”
“Damn, honey. That was hot,” Elise said as she fanned her face with her hand.
“So,” I interrupted their lovefest, “you’re saying it’s a good idea then?” I circled us back to the beginning and the point of the phone call in the first place.
Greg laughed. “It’s a necessary evil, yes.”
“Fine,” I begrudgingly agreed and hoped like hell it worked.
LOSING MY DAMN MIND
