one.
She must have glanced one too many times at the pool tables because Libby noticed and craned her head to see what had captured Sass’s attention.
“Is that Carlos over there? He’s kind of cute, isn’t he?”
Sass took a swig of beer to keep from gagging. Once she had herself under control she said, “Carlos? He’s okay, I guess.”
“Some guys can pull off tats . He’d be one. I think it’s the muscles.”
Oh God. Of all the people Libby had to focus on in the bar, why the hell did she have to choose Carlos? Karma sure was a bitch.
Sass shoved her plate toward her friend. “Want some?”
“Sure.” Libby took a fry but unfortunately went back to watching the pool players. “So how come nothing’s ever happened between the two of you?”
“Carlos? Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah. Seems to me he fits your criteria.”
“What criteria?”
Libby rolled her eyes. “You know, he likes cars. You like cars. He’s a friend. You work with him so you don’t have to have any sleepovers because you’ll see him the next morning at the shop.”
If there was one thing Sass regretted, it was telling Libby that she didn’t do sleepovers.
“Me and Carlos? That’s never going to happen. No way. No how. Nope.”
“Me thinks thou dost protest too much,” Libby said, fry in hand, eying Sass thoughtfully from beneath her sweep of bangs. “I’m just saying. What are your options?” She waved the fry around in a circle indicating the patrons at the bar. “This is Greenview. Pretty slim pickin’s.”
“Yeah, but Carlos?” Sass focused on the plate in front of her, dipping and redipping a fry into a mound of ketchup. “I’ve seen him pick his nose and scratch his ass. Kind of takes the sexy out of it.” Oh. That was a good one. Sass licked the ketchup off the fry, pleased with herself for coming up with that deflection.
“Eww. Okay. Never mind. I take it all back. He’s here with Tori.”
“Really?” Sass said, her voice going too high, sounding overly surprised, even though she was only too aware that Tori was with him.
“Yep. And I’m sorry to be hard on anyone of our sex, but that girl’s a skank.”
A laugh burst out of Sass’s mouth. She craned her head to get a view of the tables and saw Tori, draped all over Carlos. The image made her feel…annoyed and nauseous. Which was weird. Where was the rage? Where was the desire to hurt Carlos as much as he’d hurt her?
Maybe she’d exorcised all the anger yesterday. That or she was starting to believe her own lies.
“Sass?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop looking over there.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s creepy.”
“ You were just doing it.”
“Yeah, ’cuz I’m skilled at covert surveillance. You, on the other hand, just sit there and stare. Openly. You don’t want Carlos to get the wrong idea and…holy Mama!”
“What?”
“Who is the hottie shooting pool with Carlos?”
“Hmm?”
“Blond hair. Sexy five o’clock shadow. Six-two, broad shoulders. Would go perfectly with my bedspread…”
Sass shifted in order to get a better look, pretending like she didn’t know exactly who Libby was referring to. “Oh. That’s Jordan Michaels. He’s the one who got his car totaled Saturday night.”
“I heard about that. Weird, huh?”
“Yep.” Sass kept her eyes down, making a mess of the ketchup. Libby was way too perceptive for her own good. She had to deflect this conversation, fast. There was only one thing she could think of that would get Libby’s attention away from the table across the room.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
Sass dropped her voice. “It’s kind of personal.”
Libby tilted her head. “Sass. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about anything .”
Oh, God. Sass had to gear herself up for this conversation. A couple years ago, Libby had started selling sex toys through a company called Sextopia. She’d had a couple of home parties before the business fizzled out. But
She must have glanced one too many times at the pool tables because Libby noticed and craned her head to see what had captured Sass’s attention.
“Is that Carlos over there? He’s kind of cute, isn’t he?”
Sass took a swig of beer to keep from gagging. Once she had herself under control she said, “Carlos? He’s okay, I guess.”
“Some guys can pull off tats . He’d be one. I think it’s the muscles.”
Oh God. Of all the people Libby had to focus on in the bar, why the hell did she have to choose Carlos? Karma sure was a bitch.
Sass shoved her plate toward her friend. “Want some?”
“Sure.” Libby took a fry but unfortunately went back to watching the pool players. “So how come nothing’s ever happened between the two of you?”
“Carlos? Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah. Seems to me he fits your criteria.”
“What criteria?”
Libby rolled her eyes. “You know, he likes cars. You like cars. He’s a friend. You work with him so you don’t have to have any sleepovers because you’ll see him the next morning at the shop.”
If there was one thing Sass regretted, it was telling Libby that she didn’t do sleepovers.
“Me and Carlos? That’s never going to happen. No way. No how. Nope.”
“Me thinks thou dost protest too much,” Libby said, fry in hand, eying Sass thoughtfully from beneath her sweep of bangs. “I’m just saying. What are your options?” She waved the fry around in a circle indicating the patrons at the bar. “This is Greenview. Pretty slim pickin’s.”
“Yeah, but Carlos?” Sass focused on the plate in front of her, dipping and redipping a fry into a mound of ketchup. “I’ve seen him pick his nose and scratch his ass. Kind of takes the sexy out of it.” Oh. That was a good one. Sass licked the ketchup off the fry, pleased with herself for coming up with that deflection.
“Eww. Okay. Never mind. I take it all back. He’s here with Tori.”
“Really?” Sass said, her voice going too high, sounding overly surprised, even though she was only too aware that Tori was with him.
“Yep. And I’m sorry to be hard on anyone of our sex, but that girl’s a skank.”
A laugh burst out of Sass’s mouth. She craned her head to get a view of the tables and saw Tori, draped all over Carlos. The image made her feel…annoyed and nauseous. Which was weird. Where was the rage? Where was the desire to hurt Carlos as much as he’d hurt her?
Maybe she’d exorcised all the anger yesterday. That or she was starting to believe her own lies.
“Sass?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop looking over there.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s creepy.”
“ You were just doing it.”
“Yeah, ’cuz I’m skilled at covert surveillance. You, on the other hand, just sit there and stare. Openly. You don’t want Carlos to get the wrong idea and…holy Mama!”
“What?”
“Who is the hottie shooting pool with Carlos?”
“Hmm?”
“Blond hair. Sexy five o’clock shadow. Six-two, broad shoulders. Would go perfectly with my bedspread…”
Sass shifted in order to get a better look, pretending like she didn’t know exactly who Libby was referring to. “Oh. That’s Jordan Michaels. He’s the one who got his car totaled Saturday night.”
“I heard about that. Weird, huh?”
“Yep.” Sass kept her eyes down, making a mess of the ketchup. Libby was way too perceptive for her own good. She had to deflect this conversation, fast. There was only one thing she could think of that would get Libby’s attention away from the table across the room.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
Sass dropped her voice. “It’s kind of personal.”
Libby tilted her head. “Sass. I’m your best friend. You can talk to me about anything .”
Oh, God. Sass had to gear herself up for this conversation. A couple years ago, Libby had started selling sex toys through a company called Sextopia. She’d had a couple of home parties before the business fizzled out. But
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