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The fuck it did!
That sounded like a prison sentence.
“Gunner, I don’t feel good,” Holly whispered, getting my attention. I spun towards her, barely having time to jump out of the way before she threw up all over the floor.
Just fucking great!
Scribe groaned, throwing me a towel. “Get to it, Mr. Montclair. I’m not cleaning up after your future wife!”
“She’s not my future, anything!”
Holly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and whined. “Don’t you want me anymore, Gunner, baby?”
Fuck no. I wanted a beer and to forget this night!
“Apparently, some men aren’t built for marriage, Holly,” I heard Mike laugh. “Best to cut your losses and move on. Some men will never change.”
What the hell did he mean by that?
“What is your problem with me, Mike?” I challenged, as Holly tried climbing up onto the stool, unsuccessfully, before she fell on her ass, laughing loudly.
“Don’t have a problem with you, Gunner. Just don’t like you.” The former Marine sniper turned to face me.
“All right,guys,” Scribe jumped in. “No fighting in the tavern. King will have my ass if anything gets broken.”
“What did I ever do to you?”
Mike slowly turned to look at me and said, “Take Holly home, Gunner, before she passes out.”
Fuck this shit.
I knew I should have gone to the damn bowling alley.
Picking Holly up off the floor, I flung her over my shoulder before reaching into my pocket and handing Scribe the keys to my bike. “I’ll be back for those.”
The trip up the mountain was interesting.
Drunk off her ass, Holy was frisky and fucking handsy. She was like fighting off a mountain lion with a slab of beef. Only I was the slab of beef! The woman had more arms than a damn octopus. By the time I got Holly up the mountain and into her bed, nearly an hour had gone by.
I was fucking done with this night.
All I wanted was to go home and fucking sleep.
Locking up Holly’s place, I walked out of her house and headed for Travis, the only Uber driver in Rosewood. Fucker made bank during the tourist season. I had texted him about thirty minutes ago and thank fuck he was waiting for me.
Walking over to his lime green Prius, I opened the back door when I felt a prickling sensation rub me the wrong way. Turning around, I saw Sarah looking out her bedroom window directly at me.
Smiling, I waved at her, only for her to narrow her eyes and flip me the one finger bird before closing her curtains. Confused, I stood there for a minute when I heard Travis. “We staying or going, Gunner? I’ve got to pick up a bunch of kids at the bowling alley.”
“Going,” I muttered, frowning as I climbed in and closed the door. Travis didn’t waste time backing out of Holly’s driveway and heading back down the mountain.
“Travis?”
“Yeah, Gunner?”
“Why are women so damn confusing?”
“Got me man. I don’t even bother trying to crack that code. It’s undecipherable.”