See how much she loves me? I hunched my shoulders at Macy’s voice. “I’m a growing boy.”
“HGH doesn’t count, Lucky.”
“Hey, I don’t put any shit like that in my body.” I flexed my biceps. “Just me and the Thor app, baby.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
I fished out my phone. “I swear. That Chris dude has a workout app. I know most chicks download it to watch Thor flex and shit, but I actually do them.” I reached for the hem of my shirt. “Want to see?”
She held up a hand. “I’m good.”
Jodi, the lead barista, perked up. “I’d like to see.”
I stood up.
Macy pointed at me. “No.”
Gingerly, I sat back down. “Next time, beautiful.”
Jodi pinked up and dropped her towel. She popped back up with it in her hands and spun around once, then twice as she tried to figure out where to put herself. I hid a grin behind the lip of my cup. She was cute, but I’d learned my lesson about dating in my favorite establishments. I still couldn’t show my face at The Mason Jar after hooking up with one of the bartenders.
She’d tried to de-ball me twice.
She was hot enough that I’d gone back for a second round, but she was too crazy even for me. I gave some leeway when a girl was super hot. They got a few extra rungs on the psycho scale, but damn if she didn’t go nuclear last time around.
I frowned at my empty mug and was debating going up for another when Luna came through the door. She spotted me and made a beeline for my bar-top table near the windows.
Another one on the stupidly hot scale. Too bad Caleb had shut me out when we’d first met her. Then again, with the curse of the town I might’ve been in the same boat as he was right now. Baby mama drama with a capital B. No, thank you.
“Hey, thanks for seeing me.”
“You look like crap, Blondie.”
“Thanks.”
I twisted my mug on the table. “You wanted to talk, so talk.” As a rule, I wasn’t rude to chicks, but watching my best friend spiral for the last week and change made me less than charitable to her needs.
She tried to climb up on the bar stool, but she was sprite-sized.
I stood and lifted her, plunking her onto the stool.
Her huge blue eyes went wide. “Um, thanks.”
I nodded. “You better be here to tell me you got your head out of your ass.”
She blinked. “Okay, so we’re getting right into it.”
“Look, normally I wouldn’t say shit about what goes on between two people—”
“Since when?”
I shrugged and waved to Jodi for another refill. Too bad Mace didn’t have a liquor license. Maybe I should’ve had Blondie meet me at The Haunt. “Whatever. Caleb’s a fucking wreck, and it’s your fault.”
She looked down at her hands. “I know.”
Usually, she sported a bunch of bling and looked hella cute, but she seemed to be in about the same state as my best dude. A twinge of conscience teased the middle of my shoulder blades. Enough that I gentled my voice. “We all fuck up.”
I knew that more than most.