Falling for the Enemy(39)
Trey kissed her lips. “Stay right here. I’ll get what I need to wash you.” He handed her the cell phone with the instruction to call Molly. Blowing out a breath she dialed her employee’s number and waited for the call.
She was giggling as Sasha answered the phone. June heard Molly wrestling for the phone off her daughter.
“Hello,” Molly said.
“You won the fight?”
“Barely. Sasha is shooting me with her gun. Thankfully, I took out the bullets, so we’re all good. How are you? Is everything okay?” Molly asked.
“Everything is going great. Trey and I are, this is so weird, we’re in love. Yeah, we confessed our feelings, and he feels it’s time for us to come back home.”
“You’re coming back home?”
“Yeah, tomorrow, so I will need you back in work on Monday.”
“Oh my God, this is going to be awesome.”
June heard the shower running. She stayed in the position he left her. Running a hand over her face she told Molly all of her concerns about opening their relationship up to the town.
“You’re afraid everyone will laugh at you?” Molly asked.
“He’s Trey. The hot inked-over guy, and I’m June the fat, nerd from high school.”
She heard a lot of banging over the phone and slamming of doors. “First of all, you’re not the girl from high school. You’re a confident woman who owns her own bakery. Stop thinking you’re the same girl you once were. You’re nothing like you were back then. Trey is different. He doesn’t see shit like that. Trey is one of the good ones, June, and you need to snap out of this high school drama fear before you ruin your chance with the guy you’ve always had a crush on.”
“How did you know I had a crush on him?”
“You admitted it to me, June. We’ve become close, and I believe you’re my closest friend, maybe even my best friend. Please, don’t fuck this up because you think it’s just another drama.”
Smiling, June spoke with her until Trey walked back into the room.
“Your bath awaits,” he said.
Hanging up the phone after saying goodbye, June looked up at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Molly’s told me not to turn my life into another teen drama. She’s happy for us.”
“I’m happy for us, June. We’ve got each other, and some people only ever get moments. We’ve got the tomorrows to look forward to.”
He lifted her up in his arms.
June tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “I’m too big. Please, you’ll pull a muscle or something.”
“I’m not pulling anything. Stop wriggling, and let me take care of you.”
Their last day hiding away was one of the best nights of June’s life. She was going to listen to her friend. Life was too short to be wasting it on teenage drama. She wasn’t a teenager, and now was the time to put their past to bed and focus on their future together.
Chapter Thirteen
“Man, I can’t believe you kept this from me,” Max said. The instant they’d gotten home, June had left him to go to her place while he called his friends around. Dale stood leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms folded. He was surprised by how annoyed Max was. “Dale knew, and yet I’m the one left in the dark.”
“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Trey said. “You’re always balls deep in pussy or joking around about shit. This is not shit to me. I love June. I’m in love with her.”
“You’re my best fucking friend. Both of you are my best friends, and yet you keep me in the fucking dark.” Max’s voice rose in the small space.
Dale remained quiet, and Trey just looked at him.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Fuck, Trey. A simple, ‘hey, man, I love June’ would have worked.”
“And you really think you’d accept that? After everything we put her through growing up?” Trey asked, getting angrier by the second.
“That was in high school, Trey. We’re all different now. Back then I didn’t work every fucking day of the week, but I do now. You think I’m irresponsible that’s fine, but I pay my rent on time. I’m never late to work, and I get the groceries every Friday without fucking fail. I may love fucking pussy, but I’m not a fucking moron loser who doesn’t know right from fucking wrong.”
Okay, when Max got angry and upset his language went down the toilet. Trey remembered this from growing up, and he was seeing it now.
“Why are you so angry? I kept it from you. June didn’t want anyone to know about us.”
“Dale knew before me. Molly knew before me. You guys don’t think I’m a great friend at all. I took a fucking arts course and all the shit so I could help you with this place. Get Inked was your baby. I couldn’t even stand to touch needles, but I did it for you because I love you like a brother.” Max turned on Dale. Trey saw his mistake. He’d been judging his friend like the whole town judged him. “And you, I’ve been keeping yours and Molly’s secret for a long time now. I was the one who helped her home after you’d fucked her because you were too busy drinking off the alcohol. I’m there for both of you. I help you and sacrifice for you.”