years of waitressing at O’Malley’s paid off as she balanced the items like a pro. Taking a deep breath she headed for the living room. “Sorry, I don’t know where Billy keeps the good china.”
“Oh, honey, I’m sure he doesn’t have any,” said Hannah.
Angel burst out laughing and the two women joined in.
“What’s so funny?” Gabby asked.
Hannah and Samantha filled Angel’s head with gossip until her head spun with names and events. She looked down at her mug. Empty . Oh, hell. She hoped they didn’t think she was a lush. Despite practically downing the wine Angel remained silent. What could she say to Hannah, a Supermodel and Samantha, a famous journalist turned author with a controversial bestseller about her time in Iraq? What possibly could a barmaid and pool hustler have in common with them? How could she ever compete?
Yeah, but I can save a life. Could save a life. Would, once she started working as an ER nurse. Still, knowing Samantha’s husband was Billy’s main competition for the number one tight end spot left her uncomfortable. Angel didn’t know what to think. She expected the third degree from the two wives but they didn’t pry at all.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom now,” stated Gabby.
“She is a very polite child,” said Samantha when Gabby left the room.
“We’re working on it.” She’d had to remind Gabby not to announce to the world when she needed to use the restroom. Geez.
“She’s adorable. Billy is so proud of her,” said Hannah. “And I think he still carries a torch for her mother.”
“Hannah…” Samantha said as a warning.
“What? We women have to stick together. Besides if we left it up to Billy he’d just screw it up.”
Angel played it down. “There’s nothing to screw up. This is just temporary. I’ll be looking for an apartment for us once Billy is comfortable with overnight visits.”
“Honey, he may have lured you here with that nonsense, but he wants a second chance,” Hannah said.
So much for not prying. Apparently their curiosity was only lying in wait until Gabby left the room. “It’s not a matter of a second chance.” Gabby, hurry up and get back in here. Save me. “Truthfully, I broke it off with him, so I’d be the one asking for a second chance.”
“Well that explains a lot,” Samantha said.
“Explains what?” asked Angel.
“It’s not important.” Hannah threw a death glare at Samantha.
“Hit on both of you, didn’t he?” she guessed. Both women remained silent, answering her question. She nodded her acceptance of this fact. She wasn’t even surprised. Of course he did, they were beautiful women.
“Angel, it was a long time ago before we were married,” explained Samantha.
“And nothing happened,” added Hannah. “Billy is what I call a Lost Boy.”
“They are all Lost Boys until they meet the right woman,” said Samantha.
“True,” said Hannah. “Now that we got THAT awkwardness out of the way we can concentrate on being friends.”
Friends? That would be nice, really nice, but Angel was only living here as a temporary solution. She wasn’t a wife, she wasn’t even a girlfriend. Once she moved out, she’d have no reason to be associated with anyone from the team.
“And you and Billy can focus on the here and now,” suggested Hannah.
“But we’re not the same people who fell in love.”
Samantha held up the mug, gazing into the red liquid. “Do we really change much from who we are as teenagers? We may be older, wiser, and bring our past hurts along with us, but essentially we are either trying to relive our youth or heal our wounds from them.”
Ouch, but that did hit home. Angel had hurt Billy exactly where it would hurt the most. Billy hadn’t believed she’d break up with him over Vegas. So she lied, telling him she faked it. How careless she had been with his feelings, how cruel. But she was hurting so deeply it had felt good in the moment to see his pain.
“And
“Oh, honey, I’m sure he doesn’t have any,” said Hannah.
Angel burst out laughing and the two women joined in.
“What’s so funny?” Gabby asked.
Hannah and Samantha filled Angel’s head with gossip until her head spun with names and events. She looked down at her mug. Empty . Oh, hell. She hoped they didn’t think she was a lush. Despite practically downing the wine Angel remained silent. What could she say to Hannah, a Supermodel and Samantha, a famous journalist turned author with a controversial bestseller about her time in Iraq? What possibly could a barmaid and pool hustler have in common with them? How could she ever compete?
Yeah, but I can save a life. Could save a life. Would, once she started working as an ER nurse. Still, knowing Samantha’s husband was Billy’s main competition for the number one tight end spot left her uncomfortable. Angel didn’t know what to think. She expected the third degree from the two wives but they didn’t pry at all.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom now,” stated Gabby.
“She is a very polite child,” said Samantha when Gabby left the room.
“We’re working on it.” She’d had to remind Gabby not to announce to the world when she needed to use the restroom. Geez.
“She’s adorable. Billy is so proud of her,” said Hannah. “And I think he still carries a torch for her mother.”
“Hannah…” Samantha said as a warning.
“What? We women have to stick together. Besides if we left it up to Billy he’d just screw it up.”
Angel played it down. “There’s nothing to screw up. This is just temporary. I’ll be looking for an apartment for us once Billy is comfortable with overnight visits.”
“Honey, he may have lured you here with that nonsense, but he wants a second chance,” Hannah said.
So much for not prying. Apparently their curiosity was only lying in wait until Gabby left the room. “It’s not a matter of a second chance.” Gabby, hurry up and get back in here. Save me. “Truthfully, I broke it off with him, so I’d be the one asking for a second chance.”
“Well that explains a lot,” Samantha said.
“Explains what?” asked Angel.
“It’s not important.” Hannah threw a death glare at Samantha.
“Hit on both of you, didn’t he?” she guessed. Both women remained silent, answering her question. She nodded her acceptance of this fact. She wasn’t even surprised. Of course he did, they were beautiful women.
“Angel, it was a long time ago before we were married,” explained Samantha.
“And nothing happened,” added Hannah. “Billy is what I call a Lost Boy.”
“They are all Lost Boys until they meet the right woman,” said Samantha.
“True,” said Hannah. “Now that we got THAT awkwardness out of the way we can concentrate on being friends.”
Friends? That would be nice, really nice, but Angel was only living here as a temporary solution. She wasn’t a wife, she wasn’t even a girlfriend. Once she moved out, she’d have no reason to be associated with anyone from the team.
“And you and Billy can focus on the here and now,” suggested Hannah.
“But we’re not the same people who fell in love.”
Samantha held up the mug, gazing into the red liquid. “Do we really change much from who we are as teenagers? We may be older, wiser, and bring our past hurts along with us, but essentially we are either trying to relive our youth or heal our wounds from them.”
Ouch, but that did hit home. Angel had hurt Billy exactly where it would hurt the most. Billy hadn’t believed she’d break up with him over Vegas. So she lied, telling him she faked it. How careless she had been with his feelings, how cruel. But she was hurting so deeply it had felt good in the moment to see his pain.
“And
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