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"Your call," he assured me. "Just know that you have an hour and a half to get here. No need to rush. I just wanted to make sure you're awake."
"Thanks, Max," I told him.
He finished up by telling me what part of that massive arena complex I should meet him at. I was a little surprised we'd be doing this there. The Monday after a show, the PBR pulled down their chutes, panels, and signs, getting ready to move to the next venue. Still, since they'd already paid for the place, it made sense to make use of it.
But once I was off the phone, I had to relay that to the guys. Not surprisingly, they were as hungover as I felt. J.D. groaned a few times. Tanner talked softly, acting like his own head was killing him. The one thing I didn't do was ask how or why we'd ended up sleeping half-dressed in a bed together.
What the fuck had I been thinking? Half-dressed? That was far too many clothes. These two? Damn, just seeing their chests peeking above the covers had me thinking thoughts my body wasnotin the shape to act on. And that ended up being the best motivation to get my ass out of bed.
"Ok, I need a shower," I told them as I went to find some clean clothes.
"Gotta piss," J.D. grumbled, shifting so he could drag himself out of the bed.
Then he sucked in a breath. Immediately, Tanner and I turned to check on him, because that sound meant pain. J.D. simply jerked his hand up from where he'd put his weight on it, then shook the offending thing.
"You ok?" Tanner asked.
So J.D. held up his hand so we could all see. "Seems I hit Ty a little harder than I realized."
The backs of his knuckles were purple. I had a feeling Ty's face probably matched. Thankfully, this was one thing I knew how to deal with. Grabbing my jeans, I pulled them on, then quickly worked on a bra under my shirt.
"Tanner, I'm gonna go grab some ice. While I shower, will you make sure he takes care of that?"
Tanner just smirked at J.D. "Still enjoying this polyamory thing?"
"Shit," J.D. drawled. "I got a hot woman who cares and a sexy man who's willing to make me behave? What's the downside again?"
That pair shared a look and I was glad I hadn't started my shower yet, because it was panty-melting. Wow, talk about some steam between them. Yep, I was dying to see things happen there, but I didn't even know how to ask about that. Sadly, I also didn't have time to enjoy it properly if I did.
So I grabbed the bucket for ice, my key to the room, and headed out. I was barefoot and wearing a sleep tank as a shirt with yesterday's jeans. It basically looked like a walk of shame, but I didn't care. I was getting used to that being my default.
Just as I turned into the alcove for the ice machine, a door opened behind me. I looked back just to see Jake Cunningham step out of his room. He pulled the door closed, turned for the elevator, then staggered a step when his eyes landed on me.
"Cody?"
"Hey," I greeted him, getting myself moving again.
Then Jake followed me. He'd always been cool, but he wasn't carrying an ice bucket. That made me give him a dirty look.
"I just wanted to give you a heads-up," he explained. "Last night, Ty was unable to get a room here. Booked full, it sounds like. So, um..." He offered me a weak smile. "Yeah, I tossed his drunk ass on my spare bed."
"Should've left him to fend for himself," I grumbled.
"Cody, he was trashed," Jake explained. "The unable to walk kind of trashed."
"Serves him right."
Jake just reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "And his drunk ass said he didn't have a room anymore because he'd been sharing with you."
Shit. I was acting like a pissed-off ex-girlfriend to a guy who wasn't supposed to know Ty and I had been anything more than friends! Fuck. I should've started with coffee this morning. Or something!
"Uh..." I muttered as I tried to explain that away.
"All I'm saying," Jake told me, "is that fucking around with the bullfighters is a real dumb idea. Look, I don't give a shit who you sleep with. I'm not about to judge unless you start judging me. All I'm saying is that if you're cheating on Tanner, hewillfigure it out, and you'd better have a damned good backup plan."
"No, it's not like that," I insisted.
"Which means your backup plan is J.D.," he said, nodding like he wasn't surprised.
