Bad Girlfriend (First & Last #4) (31 page)

Realizing that the items she was laying out were the components for a slutty schoolgirl costume, I waved my hands in front of my face and backed away.  Unfortunately, after a few steps I ran into the wall, and there wasn’t any place else to go except for the bathroom.

“No way, Brooke.  I have a crap ton of homework, and I am not wearing
that
out in public.”

Brooke’s expression went from pissed to pouting in less than a second.

“Poppy,” she whined, dragging out my name so it sounded like more than two syllables.  “You promised.”

“I don’t remember ever promising to go to this party with you,” I replied, attempting to stand my ground.

“Yes.  You did.  Last week when I was upset about Marty breaking up with me.  I was complaining about having to go to this party alone, and you said you would go with me.”

Hmmm, that sounded vaguely familiar.  I really should pay more attention when Brooke is crying and babbling.  Brooke may be my polar opposite in all areas, but she is a good person and probably the best friend I have right now.  If I needed her, she would be there for me in a second.

I sighed a dramatic shoulder slumping sigh.  “Okay, I’ll go.  But I can’t stay out too late.  I have class in the morning and I’m starting a new job in the afternoon.”  Brooke’s mega-watt smile was already back in place.  “And I really just want to wear my jeans and witch shirt.”  She just rolled her bright green eyes, and I knew I had lost this battle.

My mother often said I was too nice.  A trait she played upon when she needed me to babysit.  It’s probably true though.  I’m not a total pushover; I do fight for the things I truly believe in and stand up for myself when necessary.  Those occasions just don’t arise very often, which is why an hour later I found myself walking to the pub with Brooke and trying not to get hypothermia in my costume.

The tiny plaid skirt sat low on my hips, baring a strip of skin below the bottom of my equally tiny white button down shirt.  At least Brooke let me wear a white bra instead of the black one I had been wearing earlier.  My legs were bare down to the tops of my white knee highs, and covered in goosebumps due to the chilly October night air.  I held onto Brooke’s arm as we hobbled along the sidewalk, my black high-heeled Mary Janes clicking on the cement.  And the icing on the cake was that my long brown hair was styled into pigtails.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.  I look ridiculous,” I muttered.

“You look hot, Poppy.  And trust me.  The place is going to be full of people in costumes.  You would have looked ridiculous in your jeans.  Besides, you need to show off your body more.  That yoga shit must really work…and who knew you had a drawer full of sexy underwear?”

“Shut up, Brooke,” I said without much force, glad the darkness would hide my blushing cheeks.  It’s true I was in good shape thanks to teaching yoga five hours a week and eating right.  And it’s also true I hid my sexy underwear underneath my normal college girl clothes.  Keyword - hid.  Buying lacy, silky, pretty underwear, on sale of course, was my only guilty pleasure. 
My
secret
guilty pleasure.  Not for anyone else to know about.

Brooke giggled and pulled my arm.  “Don’t get
pissy.  I just think you should show off what you have a little more.”

Thankfully that conversation was cut short, because we had arrived at our destination.  Brooke was right about the sheer number of people in costumes, and most of the women were showing far more skin than me. 
That made me feel a little better.  Right up until Brooke dragged me to the bar and tried to order a drink for me.  The me who is only twenty years old.

Brooke hopped up onto a bar stool with ease, while I struggled to perch myself while still maintaining my modesty.  The pub was extremely crowded and noisy.  Two of my least favorite attributes in a night out.  Brooke tapped her fire engine red fingernails on the bar while she waited to be served.  A low whistle escaped her mouth, and I turned to see what had captured her attention.

Oh, my.

The bartender was making his way down the bar toward us, serving the multitude of people, mostly women, lined up to give their orders.  I assumed he was also dressed up for Halloween, unless he always tended bar as a shirtless cowboy.  If he always dressed like this I was going to have to give up my healthy food for regular meals here.

His worn jeans hung low on his hips and his lack of shirt gave me and everyone else a great view of his lean muscular arms and chest.  His upper body was completely free of tattoos, which I liked.  Tattoos were never something that interested me.  For example, the guy next to me had long blond hair and tattoos all over his arms.  To me, he just seemed scary, but the pretty blonde girl whose ear he was nibbling on certainly didn’t seem to mind.

“Holy hotness,” Brooke whispered.  I was used to Brooke constantly acting like a dog in heat.  What I wasn’t used to was feeling the same way.  Of course, I could appreciate an attractive guy, but this guy made me want to do more than just appreciate.

I hadn’t dated anyone since I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, almost two years ago.  It was a small town, small college, and I spent more time working and studying than boyfriend hunting.  And no one had caught my interest until now.  Not that the ridiculously gorgeous bartender would even notice me.  Especially not with the multitude of scantily clad, better endowed women here.

His head was down and the cowboy hat hid his face from us.  I scoffed at my reaction to him and reasoned that he was probably really ugly.  No one was lucky enough to have a gorgeous face
and
a great body.  Then he lifted his head and started walking towards us.

Okay, I was wrong.  This guy was lucky enough.  I could see just enough of his hair under the hat to see it was light brown, and his eyes were a bright blue.  Only babies and huskies should have eyes that blue.  But the pretty color did little to tamp down the intensity blazing in his gaze.  They were blue like the hottest part of a flame.

He reached us a moment later and asked for our order in a bored, dismissive tone.  “What do you want?”

Brooke turned on her charm full blast, complete with eyelash batting and hair flipping.  “Two Bud Lights, please,” she cooed.

His eyes flicked to me, and his mouth turned down in a scowl.

“I need to see ID,” he said.

Brooke reached into her bra and pulled out her drivers’ license and spoke before I could speak up and order water instead.  “Here’s mine, but she left hers at home.”

The bartender glanced at her ID and said, “No ID, no alcohol.”

“Come on.  She forgot her ID, but she’s definitely twenty-one,” Brooke said, leaning on the bar so her boobs were front and center.  But he wasn’t even looking at her.  He was too busy glaring at me like I just killed his dog.

Setting one beer down in front of Brooke, he kept his eyes on me and said to Brooke, “I’m not serving her without ID.”

I really didn’t want to cause a scene, and I didn’t even want the stupid beer.  So, I tugged on Brooke’s arm and tried to get her to come with me.  The way they were arguing about me like I wasn’t sitting right here was making me really uncomfortable.  The couple next to us was watching the scene unfold with interest.  I absolutely hated being the center of attention, good or bad.

Brooke leaned over and whispered, “I’ll just give you mine and come back for another.”  Unfortunately she hadn’t really mastered the art of whispering, because the angry bartender heard her.

He slapped his palm down on the bar so hard it made Brooke and me jump.

“If I see you drinking anything other than water or soda, I will not hesitate to throw your ass out of here,” he growled at me.

This whole situation was exactly what I was trying to avoid by staying home.  Brooke making me dress like an idiot, dragging me out when I should be home working on my paper, trying to illegally order me a beer.  And now, this bartender, whose hotness alone was enough to make me nervous, was yelling at me.  What upset me the most was that I could have avoided this if I wasn’t such a pushover.

I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes, so before I embarrassed myself further by crying, I gave Brooke’s arm a harsh tug and pulled her away from the bar.

“What were you doing, Brooke?  That was completely humiliating,” I hissed at her.

She looked at me innocently, and I knew she truly didn’t understand what she’d done wrong.  I shook my head and started for the door.

“Never mind.  I’m going home.  I never should have let you talk me into coming out tonight.”

I hurried to the door and out into the cold night before she could stop me.  After a frigid walk home looking like a prostitute, I changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt.  I packed up the schoolgirl costume and opened my door, intending to leave it on Brooke’s porch, but Brooke was walking up the driveway.

“I’m so sorry, Poppy.  Don’t be mad at me,” Brooke said.  It was obvious she was upset, because almost nothing could drag her away from a good party.

My shoulders slumped as I walked down the steps outside the garage.  “
It’s okay, Brooke.  That’s just not my kind of scene, and I should have told you that earlier.”

Brooke stopped in front of me and hugged her bare arms around her waist.  “No, it’s my fault.  You did tell me you didn’t want to go, but I forced you.  Next time we’ll do something you like to do.”

I handed her the costume bag and gave her a hug.  “Okay, but you’ll probably be bored to death,” I joked.

“That’s probably a good thing.  I think being bored might be good for me,” Brooke laughed.

When I returned to my apartment, I tried to work on my paper, but the events of the evening had me exhausted and my mind on other things.  Like cowboy hats and icy blue eyes.  Rolling my eyes at myself, I slipped into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.  It’s not like I would ever see him again.

Excerpt from Just One Reason

Prologue

Lindsay

August 2006

The doorbell rang and I stuck my head out the door and yelled downstairs, “Lana?  Can you let him in?  I’ll be down in five minutes.”  I was never on time, and tonight was no exception. It was a testament to how special tonight was that I was running only five minutes late.

I skipped over to the closet and pulled a pale blue sundress off its hanger.  There was a quiet knock on my door, and I pulled the dress on and smoothed it down over my slim hips to hide my carefully chosen pink lace bra and panties before calling, “Come in.”

My aunt, Lana, came in and stood just inside the doorway, watching as I fluffed my long light blonde hair and applied a second coat of shimmery lip gloss.  Lana was younger than my mom and only twenty years older than me.  We could have easily passed for mother and daughter, or maybe even sisters, with how much we looked alike.

“I know this is your last night with Grady before you leave tomorrow,” Lana began.

I glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, willing myself not to cry.  I would never get through the next twelve hours if I let myself think about leaving him.  Even though I was young, I knew without a doubt that leaving him would be one of the hardest things I would ever have to do.

What had started out as merely a way to escape spending the summer trapped in the city with just my parents had quickly become the best three months of my life.  My cousin and best friend, Taryn, was travelling through Europe with her parents for the summer.  I couldn’t bear the thought of summer in the city without her, so I had asked to visit Lana.

My mom and Lana are sisters and grew up here in Penn
Yann, New York.  We never come back to visit and Lana has only come to the city once or twice.  Needless to say, they are not close.  When I first asked my parents, my mom sort of freaked out, but my dad thought it was a good idea to get to know the other side of my family.

Lana was more than welcoming, and we’d grown close over the summer.  I learned it was my mom who put the distance between them.  Apparently small town living was beneath her now.  Just one more reason I was dreading returning home to the city tomorrow.

Lana patted my arm, knowing a hug would have sent me over the edge.  “Just be home before breakfast.”  She winked at me before leaving my room.  For about the millionth time since the summer began, I thanked God that I had decided to spend my summer break here.  Not only had I gotten to know my aunt better, but I had met the love of my life.

Remembering the mischievous twinkle in his eye the first time we met, it was hard to believe how far we had come.  My first impression was that he was a player, and a skilled one at that.  In fact, he probably had been.  But that all changed when we fell in love.

I took one last look at my appearance in the mirror and followed Lana downstairs.  Grady Hawke stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me as I came down.  Just the sight of him always made my heart beat faster.  Like me he had blonde hair, though his was darker than mine, and blue eyes, though his were lighter than mine - almost an icy bluish gray.  I often thought we would make beautiful babies someday.

The full skirt of my dress swirled around my legs as I ran down the stairs and jumped from the second step into his arms.  Grady caught me around the waist and swung me around with his nose buried in my hair.