Page 95 of Screwed
“Hi, Callie.” Cash gave a tight smile to the others. “Kristy, Charlotte, Emma.” He introduced Callie’s friends to the guys he was with. Callie didn’t even hear their names, her thoughts whirling at seeing Cash here.
“Hey, y’all, we want to enter the two-step contest in a while, but we need partners,” Charlotte said with her charming smile. “Any of you handsome fellows up for that?”
Some of them glanced at each other, grinned, and nodded.
“I’m up for anything if you’re involved,” one guy said.
Charlotte giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“I’m a pretty good two-stepper,” he continued, and swept Charlotte into his arms to dance a few steps, twirling her around expertly.
She laughed breathlessly when he stopped, setting a hand on his chest. “Youaregood.”
“That’s what my last girlfriend said.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Laughter rose in the group.
Callie tried not to look at Cash, keeping a smile fixed on her face. It took everything she had to appear unaffected by his presence.
As some sexy banter ensued between her friends and these guys, she stared into her margarita glass. Awareness of Cash made her skin prickle all over. Her heart continued to thud erratically.
Kristy nudged her and murmured in her ear, “You okay, hon?”
She gave a tight nod and guzzled down the rest of her margarita. Oh Lord. The festival was spinning a little around her. She may have overdone things just a teensy bit. “I need another drink.”
Okay, so, bad decision, but whatever, it got her away from the crowd of good-looking guys, and more importantly, away from Cash. She headed toward a drinks tent, a wee bit unsteadily.
She smiled at the guy working and requested a margarita. “Make it a double.” She reached for the money she’d stuffed into her little cross-body purse, peering at the bills.
“Callie.”
Her head jerked up at Cash’s voice next to her. She swallowed, then beamed a smile. “Hey! So surprising to see you here.”
“Yeah.” His eyebrows pulled together. “You okay? You seem a little…”
“Drunk? Hell yeah! That’s what the Crab Festival is for, right?” She paid for her drink and grabbed it. “Cheers!”
“When did you get here?” Cash asked, his forehead still furrowed.
“I dunno. Around eight? Kristy picked me up after work. Hey! I have a job! I had to work until five!”
“I know you have a job.” His face softened. “How’s it going at Caked?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, anger flaring inside her. “Haven’t you heard from Ginnie? She works there, you know.”
His eyes flickered. “I know.”
“Because you haven’t bothered to stop by, or askmeanything about how it’s going.”
His face tensed again.
“But whatever.” She shrugged and guzzled her lime-and-tequila beverage. Wow, you could really taste the cheap tequila in this one. “I know you were pissed when I fell asleep on you that night and we couldn’t fuck.”
He winced. “Callie—”
She waved a hand in a sloppy gesture. “No, no, don’t worry, it’s fine. I get it. I apologized.”
“I wasn’t mad about that,” he began again.
