Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(39)

An expression of panic crossed Amy's face, but it was gone before I could question it.

"Of course not. Its someone back in New York, you don't know him." She  said quickly. "He's one of my brothers friends, travels all the time.  You never met him. His name is Tom."

"I need more information." I was struggling with the thought that I had  been so blind I hadn't even realized my best friend was in love with  someone. That made me an A class jerk. Amy looked uncomfortable but I  gave her a look and she started to explain.

"Well when my brother first introduced us, I just felt it, I can't explain it. There was an electricity between us."

I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I know he felt it to, he tried to keep away from me, but it didn't  work. We were like magnets. But he's in the Air Force, hardly ever in  the country. And when I say hardly ever I mean a couple of times a year.  So he told me it would never work."

She looked pained at this, I stroked her hair.

"Oh Ames." I sighed, knowing to a degree what she would be feeling.

"Yeah, I told him I'd wait, till he finished his tour. Whatever it took.  But he wouldn't hear of it. Didn't want me stopping from living life.  So he broke it off. I was majorly pissed at him, tried to forget him.  Didn't work so well. Especially when I saw him with my brother when he  was home on leave. That killed." Her voice shook, betraying the depth of  her emotion.

"I can't believe you never told me any of this Amy." I scolded, feeling a  little pissed, at her for not telling me, but mostly at myself for not  noticing.

Amy looked genuinely regretful. "I'm sorry Gwennie, I wanted to tell  you, but I could hardly get my head around it myself. I couldn't deal,  then you got hurt, and no way was I letting some stupid problem of mine  take up any of your headspace. I wanted you focusing on getting better."

Fuck. Another thing that bastard had fucked up. I wasn't there for my  friend when she needed me. That hurt. Tears threatened at the corners of  my eyes, I looked to see a couple running down Amy's cheeks.

"And Brock?" I was curious as to where he fit into this equation.

Amy's expression turned from heartbroken to pissed in a millisecond, it's almost funny. She let out a frustrated groan.

"Brock is a prick."

I raised my eyebrow. She rolled her eyes knowing I saw straight through her.

"Okay I'm attracted to him. A lot. But he is so infuriating, we disagree  about everything, he will never back down on anything. And he is such  an alpha male it makes me sick."

"But you like him." I deduced.

Amy looked conflicted. "No."                       
       
           



       

She fiddled with the lace on her nightgown. "Maybe. Yes. Shit! I don't  know Gwen. I still have feelings for Tom, its not something I can just  turn off. But Brock is under my skin and I can't understand how I can  even like him, Tom is so different."

"We can't choose who invades our head space." I explained. "If that was  the case, I'd be married to some moderately attractive banker with a  boring life and a BMW."

Amy snorted. "Yeah right Gwen, you would go insane in like a minute."

"Would not." I argued.

Amy rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever, you can't tell me you prefer anyone over Cade, he is smoking,  and the way he looks at you makes me blush." Her eyes went dreamy and  she fanned herself jokingly.

"We are not talking about me at the moment." I decided. "There has been  far too much of that lately. You are going to finish telling me what is  going on with you and Brock."

Amy sagged back onto the couch, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Well nothing is going on now. We've been dancing around each other ever  since we met, the attraction unbelievable. I tried to stay away from  him, then running into him the at Laura Maye's bar we kind of argued  then made up then argued again. Then after the club party we spent the  whole weekend in bed." She looked sheepish. "But I set things straight  yesterday, planning on keeping away from him. Then last night I was  smashed and horny so he stayed. And this morning he started getting all  intense talking about me being his ‘Old Lady' whatever the fuck the  entails."

My eyes widened at this statement, maybe the men in the Son's did move fast.

She caught my expression. "I know right? Its like we screw a couple of  times and bam commitment. Fucked up. I would rather wear head to toe  Versace for a week straight than be his ‘Old Lady'." She scoffed.

"You said this to him?"

"A version of it."

I couldn't imagine Brock would've liked hearing that too much if he was anything like Cade.

"Did you mention anything about Tom?" I asked, deciding not to educate her on what a big deal the ‘Old Lady' label was.

Amy looked at me like I'd grown another head.

"Are you crazy? Fuck no. Why would I tell some guy who I kind of have  some weird intense feelings for that I am still hung up on another guy  who may or may not come back to this country alive? I just don't know  how to process this, how could I love one man and not be able to stop  thinking about another? Even if most of the time I feel like poking him  in the eye with a mascara wand." The poor girl looked seriously  troubled.

"I don't know Ames, I wish I had been able to be there for you  throughout the Tom situation, but I can be here now. And I can tell you  for a fact, the men around here are intense and seriously hot. And they  have a way of getting into your head and your heart. But this is a  conversation that is way complicated to have without my old friend  coffee. Let's consume some of this heavenly drink and mull it over." I  instructed, squeezing her knee. "But you have my support whatever you  decide, don't let fear stop you from exploring this thing with Brock."

"When did you get such an expert?" Amy asked as we walked towards the  kitchen, and closer to the coffee that I needed to inject into my  bloodstream.

"Didn't say I was an expert, just making it up as I go along." I confessed.

"Well that makes me feel shit loads better."

"If this all turns to shit we could always run away together and buy a  house in the Caribbean?" I suggested over my shoulder seriously.



After dissecting every piece of information I could out of Amy, I got  showered and dressed to get ready for Cade picking me up and taking me  out for Brunch. Not that he would ever say the word ‘brunch' I didn't  think his body would physically be able to produce the word. He managed  to sneak out at some point during my discussion with Amy. That man had  some serious stealth skills. I put the finishing touches on my outfit,  my mind ticking over everything that Amy had told me. How could I be so  wrapped in my own life that I didn't realize my best friend was going  through some serious inner turmoil? And not realizing she was in love  with someone? Shit I was officially the worlds worst best friend, I was  so poisoned by Jimmy that I isolated myself, only seeing Amy a couple of  times a week, and when I did see her, she spent most of her time trying  to convince me to stay away from Jimmy. I was lucky that she had stuck  by me, even after I had ignored her advice. I fiddled with my earring,  trying to think if Amy had ever mentioned Tom before, I was pretty sure  she hadn't, I was curious and she hadn't even told me his last name so I  couldn't Facebook stalk him.                       
       
           



       

"Cute dress Gwennie, from the store?" Amy's voice shook me from my thoughts.

I turned to see her lounging on my bed. Maybe everyone had crazy stealth  skills? Or it was more likely I retreated into my mind so much I had no  awareness of the world around me.

"Yeah it only came in on Saturday, almost sold out already." I told her, focusing on the conversation at hand.

"No wonder, good advertising, you going out in that. Every woman in this  town will be wanting one." She told me looking me up and down.

I laughed, checking my appearance in my mirror one last time. My dress  was a white and blue print, similar to a Greek tile design. It had  capped sleeves, a plunging neckline and a slightly flared skirt  finishing well above my knees. I had paired it with white strappy  sandals and a blue bag. God I loved owning a clothing store.

"Oh before I forget, can you please handle the store on Friday when I go  and pick Ian up from the airport?" I asked, dropping some lip-gloss in  my Fendi.

Amy's face paled slightly. "Ian?"

"Yeah Ian, my brother? He's coming to stay for a couple of days, remember?"

Amy stood, still looking off.

"You never told me he was coming." She accused, sounding slightly irritated.