Violet looked over at the lovely woman and something struck her. “But not too swift when it comes to understanding women, right?” she offered up.
Tyla closed her eyes briefly against the pain. “It shows, eh?”
Violet sighed, covering the other woman’s hand. “Only to someone who has been hit hard by one of the idiots.”
Tyla smiled but it was a bit wobbly. “I’m sorry that you got caught in their web of charm and…”
“Muscles,” Violet finished for her. “Goodness, Creek is built!” and she leaned back against the sofa again, just thinking about how well built the man was. “You’re interested in which one?”
“No,” Tyla replied with a firm tone that actually spoke volumes. “I don’t feel anything for any of them.”
Violet watched her new friend for a long moment, not sure what to say. Since she’d only met the woman a couple of hours ago, she had no reason to doubt the lovely woman, but there was just something about the way she said those words that…
“Saeger,” Tyla sighed. “I’m in love with Saeger. And the stupid fool barely even realizes that I’m a female.” Shaking her head, she looked over at Violet. “At least you had a few nights in Creek’s arms, you know what it feels like when he looks at you with desire.” She shrugged and sighed again, more despondently this time. “I will forever be the little sister to one of Saeger’s good friends. Nothing more. I doubt that the man even realizes that I have boobs.”
Violet had to laugh at that because the lovely Tyla was definitely full up top. More than full, she thought. The woman was stacked!
“I would bet that all the men in that bar know that you have boobs, Tyla,” Violet replied with a tone that indicated her amusement at the woman’s claims.
Tyla looked down at her chest, then snickered. “Okay, so yeah, I have them, and he probably knows about them. But he probably doesn’t acknowledge that they are attached to my body.”
Violet took another long swallow of her tea. “Well, then we’re both a mess. You’re a neutered yet buxom female, and I’m a…” she hiccupped out a laugh, “a prostitute worth five thousand dollars a night!” and both women dissolved into laughter again.
A few hours later, both women were curled up on the floor, the vodka bottle ignored on the countertop, and half a plate of brownies, a bag of potato chips, Cheetos and chocolate ice cream on the floor between them as they sniffled their way through “An Officer and a Gentleman”. Boos and hisses were called out when Richard Gere ignored his love for Debra Winger, and then sobs when he realized that he can’t live without her and storms through the factory for her, carrying her out of that hard life and into something better.
When the credits rolled, both women were silent.
“She probably gets pregnant and lives happily ever after,” Violet sighed.
Tyla rolled onto her side, propped up by the pillows from the couch. “Nah. I bet she gets pregnant, lives on a naval base, and he cheats on her with every female naval officer that walks by him.”
Violet laughed at Tyla’s cynical attitude towards love and romance, but she didn’t argue.
Their voices faded out as exhaustion and the vodka lured them into sleep.
Chapter 10
“Call Knox,” Tucker said into the phone. “And get down here fast.”
Tucker hung up the phone and watched Creek slam another whiskey back. Creek was still sitting at the corner table where he and Violet had argued. Once again, Tucker shook his head. Violet? A prostitute?
No way! Even an idiot could see that the sweet, pretty brunette was no more of a prostitute than he was a monkey.
Love! Shaking his head, he swore to himself that he would never fall in love. Women were fun and sweet, soft and smelled great. But any commitment lasting longer than a night was for the birds!
A few minutes later, two other men burst into the bar and Tucker nodded to the back of the room.
The three men walked over to the table where their friend was trying to get drunk. And failing.
“What’s going on?” Knox asked, concerned when his friend slammed back yet another slug of whiskey. “You did this about two weeks ago.” His mind went into overdrive. “Violet?”
Tucker nodded, and Saeger rubbed his forehead. “Women!” Saeger said and looked around. “It’s Wednesday. Where’s Tyla? Shouldn’t she be getting ready for tonight’s shift?”
Tucker rolled his eyes. “She has the night off.”
Saeger’s body stiffened with anger. “Why?”
Tucker didn’t answer for a moment, his eyes narrowing on his friend curiously. “Because she took Violet home. She’d been drinking and knew she shouldn’t drive. It’s okay. Tyla is fine, she’s safe, and she’ll be here tomorrow.”