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Sarah gasped and backed up a step so she could look at him. “What?!”
“I called her for… a date,” he said to spare her the details. “She made fun of my leg to her friends. She didn’t know I heard it.”
“That bitch!”
Despite the admission, he actually smiled. He, like Shooter, much preferred sassy Slick to sad Slick.
“I will kick her ass!” she shouted and Easy grabbed her arm as though she might try and go out to do just that. Hell, given what he knew about her, he wouldn’t rule it out.
“Let it go,” he told her.
“But-”
“I don’t want her to know I heard. It’s over. I’m over her. It’s done.”
Sarah considered this. “And Daisy?”
He scowled. “I was mad. She was there and into me. It was a shitty thing to do.”
“So, you don’t like her?”
He snorted but caught Sarah’s glare and cleared his throat. “No,” he replied truthfully. “I used her.”
Sarah sniffed again and eyed him disapprovingly. “You should apologize.”
Easy sighed.
Slick glared.
He looked longingly at the potato salad on the table. Then he imagined waking up to a purple bedroom. He shivered despite the late spring heat.
“I’ll apologize,” he promised.
Sarah continued to watch him.
“Scout’s honor.”
“I’ll kick your ass if you don’t,” she warned.
He grinned at her. “It’s so cute that you think you can.”
“I can do other things to you.”
He shivered again. “I know,” he said solemnly. “I’ll apologize. Tonight. I promise.”
Chapter 13
Easy stepped into Maria’s and scanned the place for a five-foot blonde. The place was packed, which was typical on a Friday night. Bikers and cowboys were competing for buckle bunnies, leather ladies, and the occasional college co-eds who dared each other to visit the place. He didn’t immediately see Daisy, but he didn’t see Brenda, either, so that was something. Instead of going to the table where the others were sitting, he grabbed a stool beside Milo.
“How’s it going?” Easy asked him.
The old man brought up his hand and ran it through his hair. “Got a haircut.”
Easy checked it out and nodded.
“Supposed to help me pick up women.”
The corner of Easy’s mouth turned up. “How’s that working out?”
Milo shook his head. “So far, nada. The hens won’t pick up the phone when the cock is calling. So how are they gonna know about my new look?”
“Maybe if you stopped calling them hens…” Easy offered.
Milo grunted. “Says the guy getting his jollies in the head.”
Easy turned away and sighed. The swinging door that led into the kitchen opened, and Daisy came through it, balancing two plates in her hands. She looked at Milo then spotted Easy, and the scowl on her face was unmistakable. She dropped off a plate to a guy at the end of the bar and then set the other down in front of Milo.
“Am I allowed to eat it?” he groused to her.
She shot him a look. “I don’t know. I might just take it away. Guilt by association,” she said, jerking her head to Easy.
Milo didn’t waste time arguing. He tucked into his chili cheese fries with the fervor of a starving man.
“What do you want?” Daisy demanded.
Easy cleared his throat and shifted on his stool. If the girls were going to keep inviting her over, he couldn’t very well keep pretending she didn’t exist. “To talk to you,” he told her.
She snorted. “We’re not selling conversation tonight. If you’re not ordering, I’m busy.” She stomped away toward the tables on the floor.
“Smooth,” Milo told him.
“Shut up.”
“Just sayin’. Looks like I’m not the only one who lost his mojo.”
“I haven’t lost anything, Milo.”
Milo chuckled and took a sip of his pilsner. “Not the story I heard.”
Easy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, I don’t know what you heard, but-”
“Heard Daisy was about as desperate as a woman could be, coming of a dry spell like she was, but you didn’t ring her bell. Short ride, disappointing finish she said.”
“Mind your own business, Milo.”
Milo eyed him thoughtfully. “I’d tell you to try cutting your hair, but you don’t have much anyway. Maybe you should grow it long, instead. You play the guitar?”
“What? Guitar? What? No, I don’t play- just shut up. Jesus Christ.”
“Just trying’ to help.”
Daisy returned, tossing empties into the bin. Easy took the opportunity to try again.
“Listen,” he said. “I-”
She stood up and squared her shoulders. She was definitely on the defensive, and that was his fault. If he hadn’t been the cause of her ire, he might think she was cute, glaring at him like she was. He hadn’t really noticed before how small her nose was or how blue her eyes were. Then again, he’d done her from behind, and he hadn’t really an opportunity to see.
“You ready to order?” she demanded.
“No. I don’t want to order.”
“Then fuck off!” She started to leave again, but he reached across the bar and snagged her arm.
