“I get off in a couple more hours. Wanna get together for some drinks? We rarely get an evening off together.”
“Sure, that’s fine. I need to make a run to the bank, but after that I could come back and wait for you.”
“That’s not a problem. You know where the spare key is at my place. Just let yourself in and get us some margaritas started. I should be back around seven!”
Then she ran off to take care of some more customers, leaving me there to stew over the position she’d put me in.
Margaritas did sound nice, especially since we hadn’t had a girl’s night in over two weeks. But I knew Andy would be home this time of the day. Probably sitting out on his damn porch drinking his money away in cheap beer. I walked to the bank and deposited my tips, making sure to keep a little cash back for myself. I went and picked up a couple of snacks from the store for Cecily and I to munch on with our drinks, then I started over to her place.
And just as I suspected, Andy was sitting on the porch.
I tried not to make eye contact with him as I walked up to Cecily’s side of the house, but the second I heard him whistle I stopped. Was he seriously trying to get my attention that way? Did he really think that would work?
I rummaged around for Cecily’s spare key before another whistle sounded.
“Looking for this?” Andy asked.
Looking over, I saw him holding Cecily’s spare key. What the hell was he doing with it?
“What do you want?” I asked.
“To talk. That’s it,” he said.
“There’s nothing to talk about. Now give me Cecily’s key.”
I walked off the porch and reached out for it, but he pulled it back from my grasp.
“Just a short conversation.”
“Cece’s going to kill you for having that key,” I said.
“Then she should keep it in a place the whole town doesn’t know about.”
“Give me the damn key, Andy.”
“And what a mouth you’ve grown. You think you’re big and bad now that you’ve screwed around with a billionaire?” he asked.
My eyes locked onto his as I ground my teeth together.
“Who’re you fucking now that Grayson left town?” Andy asked.
“None of your damn business, judging by the parade of women coming out of your place in the morning.”
“So, you’ve been watching me, huh?”
“Not a chance in hell, Andy.”
I lunged for the key but he stood up, stumbling over himself and falling off the porch. Quickly, I went around and bent down, yanking the key from his fingers. What a raging lunatic. A pathetic excuse for a human being. What I ever saw in him, I’d never know.
“You really didn’t think a man like him could really want you, did you Michy?”
I jammed the key into Cecily’s door and unlocked it.
“A man like him with money, that don’t give a shit about the town that raised him. The friends that made him who he was. I didn’t want you, and he doesn’t want you either.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as I stalked into Cecily’s apartment.
“No man’s gonna dick you like I did, Michy! Remember that!”