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I’m not saying Thomas was a saint, but he always listened to me. He cared about what I thought. Tag couldn’t give a shit. All he wants from a woman is one thing, and he doesn’t even want that from me. I’m nothing to him. Not even a casual thing, not that I’d want to be that. I don’t share and I don’t do sloppy seconds. The idea makes me nauseous.
Still, I have to put on a brave face for my friends because it is supposed to be a birthday party after all.
Casey can’t stop jabbering about how she works nonstop and can’t find a nice guy.
So I volunteer to play matchmaker. “What about Rock?” I suggest we sit on the lounge before the show starts. “He’s a good guy and he’s smoking hot.”
She gives me a look. “You two have never...”
“Nope, not even close. It’s not like that. I mean, I know he’s now part of the Rebels, but he’s not knee deep in pussy like most of the single guys are,” I add.
She screws up her nose. I laugh. She’s a lot like Crystal, who sits on the other side of me.
Both are small little things, but Casey has a big personality, and she likes to tell it like it is, which I dig.
“Is that supposed to be a plus?”
I laugh. “In this club? Yes. And I can’t hook you up with anyone else because, clearly, I have no life and I don’t know anyone else outside the clubhouse. That’s how sad my life is.”
She pouts. “I totally get it. I work all the fucking time and I never catch a break. There are no cute EMTs where I work. They’re all old or middle-aged women. Where are all the cute guys that you see on all the TV shows? I’m so done with dating apps. All the guys want to do is hook up.”
“Ugh, tell me about it,” I say. “I gave up on those a while back.”
I think about Gary and want to shudder. Mistake number one was using a dating app.
I should’ve known better.
You hear about all these so-called people who went on a random dating app and found the love of their life, but I’ve never met anyone in real life that had a good experience.
“Why are good men so hard to find?” she goes on.
I shrug. “Take Rock, for example. He’s a good guy. Trust me, all the girls at the clubhouse want to ride his dick, not that I’msure he minds that part, but in the real world nobody gave him a chance. He set up the trucking business because Jett helped him. Couldn’t even get a job as a bartender because of his record.” I feel for my boss. He really has had a shitty time. His jail time was only for a few months because of some petty shit, but I guess you either sort your shit out or you don’t.
“Awesome, so you’re trying to set me up with an ex-con?”
I point at her. “See! That’s exactly my point! The guy can’t get a break because he fucked up once, and now he has to live with it.”
“Don’t forget that he’s successfully expanded the business he started from the ground up,” Crystal singsongs next to me.
Casey rolls her eyes. “Bragging just because you’re happily married?” she groans. “Some of us are just unlucky in love.”
I hold my cocktail out to clink her glass with mine. “Put it here, sister.”
“Even if I did want to settle down,” Casey goes on after a sip, “the men in this town are jerks. I once had a guy take me out for coffee and told me to go easy on the chocolate croissants as they’re loaded with calories.”
My eyes go wide. “No way.”
“Yes way! He was a fitness instructor,” she tells us. “Could work his dick, but that was about all. We couldn’t have one meaningful conversation or talk about anything other than lifting. It drove me nuts.”
“Good dick only lasts so long,” Crystal says. “If you want to settle down one day, then you need to take nothing less than you deserve.”
“You keep telling me that,” she sighs. “But I keep kissing toads.”
She nods. “I get it, but finding Ryder wasn’t easy. It was long and hard. Even now, we have to fight for it. If you let it, other things get in the way and life passes you by. Then all of a sudden,you’re not doing date night anymore and your kid takes up all your time, not that I’m complaining,” Crystal says. “We love our little man, but it’s hard work.”
“Which is why it’s so much better to stay single,” I say with a grin. “No complications. No mess. He goes home and you don’t have to worry about cooking for him or picking up his shit.”
“But then you don’t have a man in the house,” Crystal says. “To feel safe. To take charge. To be the protector.”
