Holy fuck, she is hitting on me. That bitch. I can’t believe she’d do this to Ronnie—ah, man.
This is Shayna.
I shake my head. “You know, Shayna, it has nothing to do with her shade of melanin, but everything to do with who she is. And you forget that I know what you do for a living. Nice try, though. She ask you to do that?”
Shayna drops the sex-pot persona and grins. “Nope. But I had to make sure you’re worthy of my girl. She’s flying to Oklahoma in an hour. Hurry up; maybe you’ll catch her before she gets through security.”
I take off for the car at a run.
“Hey, Jackass!”
I stop. “Yeah?”
“We know Dave was a plant. Not cool. So. Not. Cool.”
Shit. That’s why she’s so pissed.
I jump into my car and race toward the airport.
Blue lights flash in the rearview.
Fuck.
I pull over and dig out the appropriate documents. Maybe if I’m ready, this will go fast.
The officer comes to the window and taps it with his flashlight. “License and registration please.”
I hand him the requested items.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
Considering I’ve broken just about every traffic law on the books since I left Shayna’s, I have no fucking idea. “No, sir. I don’t.”
“You were exceeding the posted speed limit by thirty miles per hour. Are you injured and on your way to the hospital?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m trying to catch the love of my life before she gets on a plane and leaves.”
He cocks his head and blinds me when he shines his light right into my face. “Seriously? That’s your excuse?”
I grip the wheel. “It’s the God’s honest truth.”
He glances at my driver’s license. Then he bends down, taking a closer look at me. “Jackson Tremaine?”
I smile and salute. “That would be me.”
He chuckles as he writes in his notebook. “I sure wish you’d have just told me the truth. Don’t lie to an officer of the law. Everyone knows you’re not the kind of guy who chases after a woman. You leave a wake of broken hearts everywhere you go.”
Great. Of all the cops that could’ve pulled my ass over, I get the one who reads gossip rags.
It takes a total of seventeen minutes before I’m free to go. I slam my fist on the dash. “Fuck.”
I turn the car toward home. No way I can get all the way out to LAX and catch her now. She’s probably already at the gate.
When I let myself into my house, Bull’s waiting. Happy to see me and wanting to play, he grabs his toy and spits it at my feet.
I flop onto the bed. “Sorry, Buddy. Not tonight.”
He jumps onto the bed. His toy hangs over my chest while his expressive eyes question what could possibly be so bad that I wouldn’t want to play.
I slide my hand over his head, scrubbing behind his ears. “I fucked up, Bull. Bad.”
He whines. Then he drops the slobbery stuffed animal on my belly, jumps off the bed, and runs out of the room.
I pull in a deep sigh and choke on it. “Fuck, Bull! What the hell?”
The air is rancid with dog shit stink.
That dog needs to visit the vet. There’s something wrong with his gastrointestinal health. I lay my arm over my nose and mouth.
I deserve it, though. I should have to breathe bad-fart air. My life should reflect my personality. I’m a complete asshole.
I swipe my screen and end the call. “Fuck it. It’s been three days. She’s not going to answer.”
Bax grunts and takes another swig of his beer.
“What?” I ask.
“Don’t be a pussy. She’s your woman. Go get her.”
“A pussy? Are you fucking kidding me?”
He stares at me. “Look, just because things aren’t going the way I’d like with my own life, it doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about. She ran because she wants you to come get her.”
“No. She ran because she hates my face. She doesn’t want to see me. Hell, she probably can’t stand to hear my fucking name. It was just a joke. How was I supposed to know I’d fall for her?”
Bax drops his head. “Don’t ask me. I can’t even talk the girl I want into another fuck. I thought it was good. I thought we had fun. I thought she was attracted to me. All I want is a fuck or two more. Is that too much to ask?”
I shake my head. “We’re quite the pair. Two dicks, pissing into the wind.”
I wrap the blanket tighter around my legs.
Gee-Gee hands me a cup of hot cocoa. “Here, Baby Girl.”
I pat the sofa cushion right next to me. “Come watch with me?”
She sits and takes me into her arms, hugging me tightly. “Why do you watch his show every night if you say you don’t have feelings for him?”