Page 23 of Rest In Pieces
“Current status?”
“Auditioning for a new best friend.”
“Hey, I thought I was your bestie,” Toot says beside me.
“Who was that?”
“That’s Toot. Don’t ask.”
“Toot? Who the heck names their kid Toot?”
“I just said, don’t ask.”
“Seems pretty important to know if he’s gonna be your new bestie,” she snaps.
I sigh and look up, hoping if there is a god, he’ll take pity on me and hit me with a bolt of lightning or two.
“Put me on speaker.”
“I’m not putting you on speaker. Are you insane? You know what? Never mind. I already know the answer.”
“Put her on speaker.”
I look at Blade’s face when he speaks and feel my lips pull back in a snarl. “I’m not one of your men. You don’t get to tell me what to do, and you don’t know Nevaeh. When she’s pissed, she loses control of her mouth. She’ll probably say something that’ll get me shot, and I’m sick to death of having guns pointed at me tonight.”
“They pointed guns at you?” she screeches, making me pull my phone away from my ear.
Toot uses my distraction to grab my phone out of my hand and hits the speaker button before I can stop him. “You’re on speaker, darlin’. My name’s Toot. I’m the new bestie.”
I glare at him, which just makes him laugh. I notice more bikers taking interest as they move closer to see what’s happening. I tense, ready to defend myself if I have to. I might not make it out of here alive, but I’ll go down swinging.
“You are not her bestie. I am. You don’t know anything about Amity.”
“Sure I do. I know how she likes her men.”
“She likes her men like she likes her coffee—nowhere near her crotch.”
Unfortunately, Conan was taking a drink when she said that, causing him to spray his beer across the table as Sunshine bursts into laughter.
“Is that right?” Toot grins. I might have found it sexy if I hadn’t already been dazzled by a certain biker’s smile tonight.
“What can you even give her that I can’t?” Nevaeh hisses like a jealous kitten.
“An orgasm.”
Nevaeh bursts out laughing. “That’s it? It’s cute that you think I can’t give her one too. Only I bet you I can find her G-spot without a map.”
A chorus of oohs goes up around us.
“I’m a smart guy. I know how to ask for directions.” Toot winks at me. “What can you give her that I can’t?” he teases her.
I drop my head, wishing he hadn’t asked her that because I already know the answer. As much as I love her for it, she has no filter when she’s ranting.
“My womb.”
The crowd goes silent, looking at me with questions in their eyes.
“Amity?” She sounds unsure now, but it is what it is. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed; I just don’t like a bunch of people knowing my business.