Rigid laughed and pointed to the concession stand that didn’t have a line at the moment. “We’ll tell you all about it over a corn dog and a funnel cake.”
*
Chapter 23
Remy
“Harlyn?”
“Hi,” Harlyn hiccuped into the phone.
She was drunk. I should have known with her hanging out with my mom and the club that was going to happen. I adjusted the baseball hat on my head and leaned back in the chair I had managed to snag from the VIP area. “How’s it going, baby?”
She groaned into the phone. “Your mom is awesome. All the girls are, except they can drink, Remy. Well, all for except Marley. She’s got a potato in the oven.”
“Potato?”
“Bun!” someone yelled.
“Oh, yeah. Totally a bun,” she corrected herself.
“That’s awesome.” I didn’t know Troy was going to be a dad again. The guy had been my mom’s best friend for years. “I’ll have to give him a call later.”
“Do it later.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Good idea, baby.”
“How did the car do today?”
“Good. We should hopefully place tomorrow.”
“Yay,” she sang out.
“Exactly how drunk are you, and where are you?” I asked. I wasn’t concerned she was drunk, I was more worried about where she was drunk. I prayed she wasn’t going to say she was at the clubhouse.
“Where am I?” Harlyn called out.
Jesus Christ. I was going to wring my mom’s neck for taking Harlyn out.
“My house.”
“We’re at my house,” Harlyn repeated. She busted out laughing, and there was a ton of cackling in the background.
It took a good thirty seconds before she got her shit together and was able to talk without busting out laughing again. “We’re at your mom’s,” she said slowly.
That was a relief. “You’re just staying the night there, right?”
She giggled and told me to hold on a second. I heard muffled noises but was unable to figure out who she was talking to or what she was doing.
“Remy?” she whispered. The loud background noise of laughing and talking died away.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m in your room.”
Oh hell. Of course Mom would have her sleep in my old bed. “Really?”
“Yup. Sure am. I’m so stealing a shirt out of your drawer to sleep in too.” I heard the sliding of drawers opening, and then she squealed. “You have a Top Gun shirt that is going to look awesome on me.” A thud sounded through the phone.
She had dropped the phone to put the shirt on. Lord, have mercy, Harlyn was crazy when she was drunk. She must have been fitting right in with my mom and her friends.
“I’m sending you a picture,” she called. Ten seconds later, my phone dinged letting me know I had a message. “Did you get it?” she yelled into the phone.
I opened the message she sent, and my jaw hit the ground. “Holy hell, baby.” The dark blue t-shirt hit her mid-thigh and was like any other t-shirt. It was the way she looked in it that had me going a bit crazy.
She was standing in my room, facing the long mirror I had on the back of the door, looking like a sexy angel sent from Heaven. Her one hand was holding up the phone to take the picture, while the other had hitched up the hem of the shirt, exposing her sexy sky blue panties she had on.
“Cute, right?” she asked when I put the phone back to my ear.
More like hot as hell. “Sexy, baby.”
She sighed. “I’m tired. Your mom wore me out about three hours ago, but she refused to let me go to bed without having a drink with her. That one drink was six drinks ago. Or was it five,” she mumbled.
It was probably seven. “Why don’t you lay down, baby, and get some sleep.”
“I am,” she muttered. “Your bed is super soft.”
A vision of Harlyn lying in my bed in nothing but those sexy panties flashed through my mind. Harlyn was made of all of the wet dreams I had lying in that exact bed. Wouldn’t you know when whose dreams actually come true that I’m five hundred miles away. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. If I kept picturing Harlyn, I wasn’t going to be able to stand up without everyone seeing my stiffie. “What else did you do today?” Talking about anything but my bed was a good idea.
“We did the whole craft fair thing. Lo gave me a ride on his bike. Or is it King?” she asked.
Lo was the only one who I couldn’t get upset at for giving Harlyn a ride. He was married to my mom, after all. “It’s King to everyone except for my mom, Ethel, and me.”
“Oh, I called him Lo today. Like, all day.”
A chuckle rumbled from my chest. “I’m sure it was fine, baby. He just doesn’t like people affiliated with the club to call him Lo. Club shit and all of that.”
“Makes sense,” she said through a yawn. “The other girls are hilarious. I spent most of my time with Cyn, though. I really like her.”
Cyn was another one I had known a long time. Long before my mom had met Lo. When all of the shit went down with her ex beating her, it was hard to see her suffer ‘til she hooked up with Rigid. “She’s a good one to like, baby.” Although, any of the girls were easy to like. They were all like family to me.
“Hmm,” she sighed. “I think I’m going to fall asleep,” she mumbled.
It was half past eleven, and if Harlyn had been hanging out with my mom for most of the day, then she was definitely tired. “Get some sleep, and I’ll call you in the morning, okay?”
“Sounds good,” she slurred. Being drunk on top of tired, it was amazing that Harlyn was still awake. “I miss you, Remy,” she whispered.
Damn the woman for being adorable and then telling me she missed me. The woman completely knocked me off my axis. “I miss you too, Harlyn. I’ll call you as soon as I wake up.”
A light snore reached my ears, and I knew she was out.
I hung up the phone and instantly called my mom.
“Hello, Remington.”
“You kidnap my girlfriend, and then get her plowed?”
Mom scoffed. “She was hardly plowed. And for the record, that was not kidnapping. Just ask Cyn.”
“I think talking to Lo about it would be better. I wouldn’t be able to get a straight answer out of Cyn about it.”
She tsked. “Did you call to scold your mother again?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. I just called to let you know Harlyn fell asleep in my room.”
“Okay. I’ll go check on her in a little bit. She did kind of drink a lot.”
At least she could admit it.
“Remy,” she called.
“Yeah, Mom.”
“I really like her. I think she’s perfect for you. She’s got the right balance of class and crazy.”
I sighed and kicked my feet out in front of me. “Just like you, Mom.”
She laughed softly. “You and I both know I’m ninety-nine percent crazy and one percent class.”
Mom always got crap about being crazy, but she owned it. Her crazy was fun and being whoever she wanted to be. Saying what was on her mind and just doing the best she could. “You still kick ass.”