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“It’s okay, Jolie,” Danica said soothingly as Jolie glared at me.
“You want one?” I offered, taking a pull off the joint. “I have more. You seem a little high-strung this morning.” I sat up. “Rough night last night?” I slid my sunglasses up onto my head and smiled.
Jolie made a grossed out face and Danica winced.
I chuckled.
I knew I had a nasty black eye. Or, what was a black eye a few days ago. It was now mostly a bruise around my eye socket that was turning from purple to yellow. Jolie might’ve missed it in the dark last night, but it probably looked especially epic in the sunlight.
“That looks… painful,” Danica observed. “How does the other guy look?”
“Pristine. I didn’t hit him back.”
“Oh.”
“Training accident. I don’t usually spar much during training camp. Don’t want to take any unnecessary hits. But I was working with a newer guy who got a little overzealous.”
“Well, that sucks,” she said.
“Occupational hazard.”
“See, he gets hit in the head a lot,” Jolie put in. “Really explains a lot, doesn’t it?”
Danica looked uneasily at Jolie. “Uh…”
Jolie squinted at me through her pink-rimmed glasses. “I need to talk to you.” Then she got to her feet like I was supposed to get to mine and come running. I was surprised she didn’t snap her fingers.
“I’m good right here.”
“No. I need to speak to you. Privately. It’s about wedding business.”
“Oh. Wedding business. Why didn’t you say so?”
I didn’t budge.
Danica’s eyes were kind of ping-ponging between us and the palpable tension we were emitting. “Um, if you guys have important wedding stuff to talk about, I can just leave—”
“Nope,” Jolie said firmly. “You stay right here enjoying your summer morning. Shane is going to put his pants on and then he and I are going to go have a private conversation in the pool house. Aren’t we, Shane?”
Well. Wasn’t that adorable. She was trying to boss me around.
However, now that I was sitting up and she’d stood up, I could see thatshewasn’t wearing pants. Which made the situation mildly more interesting.
“I guess we are.” I took my time getting to my feet and crushing out my joint.
“Danica,” she said, “please turn the music way, way up.”
“Okay…” Danica settled onto her lounge chair again and did just that as Jolie marched off to the pool house at the far end of the patio. I pulled on my discarded suit pants and headed up the path to follow her.
She wore a T-shirt with the sleeves cut out over a peach bikini. I could see it through the cut-out arm holes. Plus, the T-shirt wasn’t quite long enough to totally cover her ass cheeks. Which I got a nice view of as I followed behind her.
Almost weird to think that I had my hands, my mouth and my dick all over that ass one night. If I touched her ass right now, she’d probably punch me.
She was right handed; I wondered if she’d have a decent right hook or if anyone had ever taught her how to throw a punch.
By the time we stepped into the pool house it sounded like U2 was giving a concert in the backyard. Jolie shut the door behind us, but the music was still fairly loud in here.
“I never really was a U2 fan,” I mused.
