Page 88 of Bad for You

I quickly turned away and hurried toward Lake’s End.

How was I going to survive this?

Jesse

I leaned against the bar and sipped my beer, then glanced at Dane beside me and scowled.

Dane gave me a lopsided grin. “What?”

“Stop looking at me like that, asshole.”

“Like what, dickface?”

“Like you think I’m gonna start weeping any minute or ride my damn bike off a cliff.”

Bull snorted.

“You can shut up as well.”

One of Bull’s heavy brows lifted.

I raised my hands in surrender. “Sorry, big guy. Don’t hit me.”

Bull grabbed another beer and put it in front of me. “Wouldn’t hit a man while he’s low.”

I scowled at him as well. “I’m not fucking low.”

Bull snorted again. “You look like the runty little kitten I found behind the dumpster a few months back.”

“Cute and furry?”

“Sad and pathetic.”

“Fuck you,” I bit off.

“Quinn named her Tootsie and now she sleeps on my fucking head every night.”

“Well, if that’s your answer here, you can fuck off. Not sure Quinn would be down with that. Though, I suppose your head is big enough for me and Tootsie.” I took another sip of my beer, not wanting them to see just how right he was. Sad and pathetic may as well be tattooed on my forehead.

Cal huffed out a laugh on the other side of me.

I flipped him off. “I thought you whipped assholes would be founts of knowledge, or at least offer up some sage advice.”

“On getting dumped? Why would we. We have our women,” Cal said, tactful as always.

Ouch.

“Gee thanks, Cal. Why didn’t you just shoot me in the head instead and be done with it?” I muttered.

Dane shoved Cal. “You’re full of it. Cassy dumped you, and Quinn dumped you,” he said to them both. “And yeah, my Everly almost kicked me to the curb before we finally sorted shit out.”

“So? What do I do?” I felt like a dick asking, but I was desperate.

“Honestly?” Dane said.

I nodded.

“Grovel. Grovel like your life depends on it.”