This time when I swerved, it was sharp enough that she hit the door. “What the fuck?”
“Gravity isn’t kind, Elijah,” she shrugged, sounding like a teacher. “Those balls have to go somewhere, and that where is down. I was curious if they’d touch the ground, but so far, there aren’t any photos. It makes me wonder if there’s a nip tuck type of surgery for them, like with boobies. I’m going to have a nip tuck. I’m going to donate some of my dirty pillows—”
“You go in for surgery on your breasts, and we’ve got problems, pixie,” I growled, hating that she’d even consider it. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
“Aww, Elijah,” she sang. “Thank you. And I think your bollocks are just fine the way they are, too. Pretty little balls of glitter.”
And with that, she thankfully passed out, leaving me wondering what the fuck had just happened.
I’m not gonna lie, it also made me curious about looking at her search history.
“Hey,” she murmured, bringing me out of my thoughts. “How’s your day?”
Grinning at her, I leaned closer to her across the top of the bar. “I was just thinking about your search history,” I whispered, then burst out laughing when her cheeks went bright red.
Of course I’d reminded her what she’d said. I’d also asked her to show me some of it—some of which I regretted afterward.
“Shut up,” she hissed, looking around us to see if anyone had overheard. “You said you’d never tell anyone.”
“Ah, but technically I’m not telling anyone. I’m talking to you about it.”
Rolling her eyes, she straightened up and then froze when she saw something over my shoulder. Following where she was looking, I saw Shonelle talking to her friends and glaring at Sadie as she told them whatever it was that was so fascinating.
Shit, I better tell her about the parking lot before the bitch did.
“Pixie,” I called, getting her focus back onto me as I held my arm up. “She caught me as I was walking in.”
“Whoa, did you find the real Tiger King?” my cousin, Tate, snorted as he joined us. “Sadie, that’s some—”
“It wasn’t me, it was Shonelle,” she snapped. “You probably need a rabies or tetanus shot? Is there something like a herpes one?”
“You’d have to ask Parker,” Tate shrugged, talking about Ariana’s boyfriend, who was a doctor. “He might be able to stick it in your ass tonight.”
Heathen!
Focusing back on Sadie, I was about to tell her the story in full detail when Beau shouted out for her.
“Sadie, we need your help!”
Looking behind her, I saw both her and Ari holding one of the cash registers in the air and looking at her pleadingly.
“Shit,” Tate whistled, “those things ain’t light.”
Watching Sadie join them, I frowned at him. “Why the fuck aren’t you lifting it, then?”
His eyes flicked everywhere as his cheeks turned bright red. “I had an accident and hurt my back.”
Given that he still couldn’t meet my eyes, I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of accident?”
“A fatal one,” he mumbled, looking down at the ground now.
“Fatal means dead, dick face. Seeing as how you’re sitting here and obviously not dead, it couldn’t have been fatal.”
“Okay,” he snapped, glaring at me now. “It was almost fatal. I fell out of bed and almost broke my neck, my back, and my dick. Happy now?”
Seeing as how he was talking about his dick—no.
“You got carried away with Lily last night, didn’t you?” I sighed, rubbing my face with both hands to get the mental images out of my brain.
“I didn’t realize we were so close to the edge of the bed,” he hissed, leaning in close to me. “I had a choice of crushing my poor wife or taking the brunt of the fall. I chose to be a hero and sacrifice my ability to ever walk again and my poor penis.”
Groaning, I scrubbed harder at my head and got up. “Please stop talking.”
Before he could say anything else, I placed a hand on top of the counter and used it to jump over the bar to help the girls.
“The things you can do with long legs,” Sadie huffed, going back to what it was they needed her to do.
Nudging Beau out of the way, I took her side of the register as she joined Ari on the other side.
“Beau, can you untangle that cable while I work on this side?” Sadie asked, squatting down so she could get to what she needed. “It might be the weight of this thing resting on it that’s causing the problems.”
“It’s disentangle, you moron!” a voice sneered from the other side of the bar.
Seeing the eye roll and grimace on Beau’s face, I hid my smile and focused on the weight of the till. The less attention she got, the less she gained, and I wasn’t going to give her one damn thing. Plus, Tate wasn’t kidding, these things weighed a ton.
“Oh, shit on it, she’s beside us, isn’t she?” Sadie growled, plastering a smile on her face as she straightened up to face the bitch.
“I would have thought with you being English and all, you’d have a proper grasp of the English language.”
Why didn’t she ever stop? Seriously, I’d love to know the answer to that question. She was like the Energizer asshole, she just kept going and going.
Ignoring her, I focused again on not dropping the till on Beau’s hand and watched as she untangled—take that, cretin bitch—the cable.
“I think that’s it untangled,” Beau snickered, saying it loud enough for Shonelle to hear.
Letting go, Ari moved around to hold the cables out of the way as Beau, Sadie, and I moved the till back into place.
Once it was in, Sadie went about reconnecting it to wherever the cables went as Ari asked Shonelle if she wanted a drink. Wanting to get away from the woman, I tapped Sadie on the ass and went back to the part of the bar I’d jumped over previously, rolling my eyes at Tate’s exasperated expression.
“She never gives up, does she?” he sighed, watching through narrowed eyes as she ordered drinks.
“Think you might need to rethink barring her for life, man. She’s definitely trouble.”
Proving that she could withstand almost anything, Sadie made her way down to us with a huge smile on her face. “Well, that was entertaining.”
Both of us burst out laughing at the same time, getting the attention of most of the patrons of the bar.
Unfortunately, it also pissed someone off.
One hour later…
Sadie only had another hour until she could leave, and I was perfectly happy shooting the shit with my cousins until then. I also wasn’t comfortable with her driving the Mustang until the rest of the work was completed on it, so this way I could at least make sure she got home safely to me.
After serving a group of guys who worked for the oil company, the girls made their way down to our group.
Just as they got to us, though, Shonelle reappeared behind me, tapping me on the shoulder to get my attention first.
“So, I was thinking about that night we spent together,” she started, but I wasn’t interested in her shit.