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She blinks up at me as we walk outside. “Wanna buy my condo? It’s close by.”
I laugh under my breath. “You’re in no shape to be selling real estate right now.”
She pouts. “But we’re still having sex after dinner, right?”
I guide her outside and ask for her address, but instead she shows me her ID. I punch it into my phone and realize that we’re close by. I decide we can walk, hoping the night air will help sober her up a bit.
“Do you have condoms?” she asks loudly.
A woman shoots me a dirty look as she passes us. I’m relieved we’re not back home in Kentbury where everyone is all up in each other’s business.
“We probably won’t be needing those to get you home,” I say, hoping that’s the end of the conversation, but of course she doesn’t drop the subject.
“But we’ll need them later for sex,” she insists, swaying into me.
I feel my face getting hot. “I don’t believe we agreed to that, darling.”
“We don’t have to, it’s destiny.” She waves a hand dramatically. “I told the bartender I needed to get laid, by a guy who could give me a real orgasm or two. My ex didn’t know how to handle things right, if you know what I mean.”
I cringe, avoiding the curious stares of passersby. “I’m pretty sure everyone on this street knows what you mean.”
As we reach a stoplight, she asks loudly, “Do you make sure to please the women you sleep with?”
The couple next to us stifle laughter behind their hands. I can feel my face burning. I must be atoning for some sin in a past life.
“I don’t believe we know each other that well yet,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Oh, where are my manners? I’m McKay, but you can call me Mac.” She sticks out her hand with a sloppy grin, seemingly oblivious to my mortification. I don’t think she even remembers what happened at the bar, or that she showed me her ID.
I shake it briefly, praying she won’t recall any of this tomorrow morning. With any luck, I’ll never cross paths with her again after tonight.
The light changes, and we continue on. She rambles drunkenly about her parents, her ex-boyfriend, and her grandmother. She has to be in some small town by Monday to destitute her grandma … but she might just run away to another country instead. There’s no way she’ll be an accessory to her father’s hideous plan.
The grandma will just end up in some assisted living facility, alone in the middle of a city she doesn’t know. Though, there’s a part of McKay that wonders if her grandma is just as soulless as her father. At least this woman isn’t cold like them, but maybe she should just move to some other place and start fresh.
I can’t imagine what that’s like. My family is everything to me. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my father tried to be a mother and a father while working hard to keep our household together.
Obviously, my weekend hookup dreams have gone up in smoke, replaced by this sobering dose of karma. Now, my only mission is to get McKay home safely, so I can make my escape from this mess.
ChapterThree
McKay
Last night was a total disaster.
One minute I’m saying goodbye to my sister, the next I’m making a complete fool of myself in front of an unfairly hot guy. My brain knew everything coming out of my mouth was idiotic, but I just couldn’t stop talking. I blame the toxic mix of tequila and my sister Lou, who just abandoned me as if I didn’t matter.
There’s no other reason I’d act like such an ass.
And the guy was kind enough to walk me to my house, listen to my babbling, and then leave a glass of water next to some ibuprofen with a note:Take two and don’t drive until Tuesday—go west and leave your grandmother alone.
God, I can’t believe I spilled my entire pathetic life story to a complete stranger.
What the hell happened to me last night? This so isn’t like me.
After downing the water, I pour some OJ, cringing at the fuzziness of last night. Normally, I’d never chat up some rando at a bar. I’m an introvert among all the introverts. Thank God, I’ll never see that guy again. What was his name? Devon? Dustin? Something with a D. Or was it a B? Doesn’t matter anyway.
When I check my phone, there are several texts from Lou reminding me that I have to be in Kentbury later today. Dad left me a voicemail authorizing me to use the emergency credit card for the trip. I don’t need his money—or his blessing to act accordingly to get things done.
