Undeniable Love (Journey of Love 2)

Sierra sucked in a breath and before I could say anything, she pushed Dodge out of the way. “Oh, no you don’t. I noticed it first, so back off, boy toy.”

Dodge glared at Sierra. “I don’t think so, short stack. I noticed the moment I walked in.”

“I call bullshit,” Sierra said as she threw her hands onto her hips. Glancing over Sierra’s shoulder, I smiled. My body came alive the moment Tristan walked through the door. Tristan walked in and immediately came to my side. Walking by Dodge and Sierra arguing, he pointed at them and said, “What are Bonnie and Clyde arguing about?”

Chucking, I said, “I have no clue. The bigger question here is, how has Sierra not been banned from this Starbucks?”

Tristan laughed then whispered in my ear, “I think the manager wants in her pants.”

Giggling, I playfully hit Tristan. The smell of his cologne caused my stomach to clench with desire.

“Listen, dickhead, you think you saw what you saw, but really you didn’t see anything at all because you’re probably still hung up on her. Being hung up on her, you thought you saw something there, but you didn’t. You didn’t see anything.”

Dodge pulled his head back and stared at Sierra. “What in the fuck do you smoke every morning?”

“Language kids.”

Tristan and I both looked over to an older woman who I had seen Sierra talking to a number of times.

Taking Sierra by the arm, Dodge pulled her out of the Starbucks. Smiling at the older woman, I grabbed Tristan’s arm as we followed Dodge and Sierra out of Starbucks. “Did you know Sierra had the hots for Dodge?”

Laughing, Tristan said, “Oh, yeah. I saw those eyes light up the first time she ever laid eyes on the man whore.”

“Tristan!” I said as I glared at him.

Lifting his hands in surrender, Tristan laughed. “Sorry, I know he is a friend.”

Dodge had pulled Sierra away from the door. “Listen, why don’t you get your coffee and head on out of here? Go to work and do whatever it is you do.” Looking at Sierra dressed in her scrubs, Dodge laughed. “What do you do? You a secretary to some hot doctor who you screw at night before he goes home to his sad, lonely wife?”

“Oh shit,” Tristan said.

Sierra stared at Dodge. I was waiting for her to pop off with a comeback, but she didn’t say a word. I knew his words stung her to the core. Sierra’s ex was a doctor who had cheated on her with her best friend, who happened to work in his office as his office manager. Dodge’s smirk faded as his eyes searched Sierra’s stricken face. You could see the hurt laced in her features.

Turning, Sierra began to walk away. I saw the tear moving down her cheek and I quickly made my way over to her.

Dodge called out, “Wait! Sierra, I didn’t mean to—”

Looking at Dodge, I said, “Stop. Just stop talking.”

Tristan came walking up and asked if Sierra was okay. Nodding her head, she was barely able to talk. “I’m gonna head to work. I’ll give y’all a call later. Let’s do dinner so I can hear all about how y’all got back together again.”

Looking over my shoulder to Dodge, Sierra shouted, “Because I knew first she was back with him, you stupid asshole!”

Turning, Sierra made her way over to her car that was parked across the street. Tristan and I stood there and watched as Sierra got in her car and pulled out, headed to St. David’s Hospital.

Spinning on my heels, I glared at Dodge. “Why would you say something so awful?”

Tristan placed his hand around my waist. “Ryn, Dodge didn’t know.”

Looking away, I attempted to calm down. Dodge looked between Tristan and me. “What don’t I know?”

“Sierra’s husband—”

“Soon to be ex-husband,” I interjected.

Nodding his head, Tristan continued, “Her soon to be ex-husband cheated on her. Sierra came home early one night from work. It was their six-year anniversary and she wanted to surprise him. He’s a doctor and they hardly ever got to spend time together. Sierra walked into their bedroom and he was fucking her best friend, who happens to also work for him as his office manager.”

Dodge’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“Yeah, dude; couldn’t you pick a better scenario? Do you not remember me telling you her husband cheated on her?” Tristan asked as sarcasm fell from his lips. I knew it was going to take Tristan some time to get used to the fact that I still wanted to be friends with Dodge. We had talked about it a few nights ago when Dodge sent a text asking how my New Year had gone.

Dodge jerked back like someone had just hit him with a fire poker. “I didn’t . . . I mean I had forgotten . . . how in the hell would I have known that her best friend worked for her ex and was the one who fucked him? I don’t know anything about Sierra besides the fact that she is spit and fire. I see her in Starbucks at least three times a week and every single time she pops off with some smartass remark.”

Rolling my eyes, I looked at Dodge. “Can’t you see she likes you, Dodge?”

Dodge snapped his head over to me. “What?” Then he started laughing. To the point where he pretended he had tears and held his stomach like it was all too much.

Tristan gave Dodge a nudge. “Knock it off, your ass would be lucky to have someone like Sierra.”

Dodge stopped laughing and looked at Tristan and then me. “Um . . . yeah. No thanks, dude. I think I’ll pass.”

Shaking my head, I looked at Tristan as he brought me into his arms. I knew it was his way of showing Dodge that he had no chance of being with me ever again. “Congratulations by the way. I could see it on your face, Ryn, when I walked into Starbucks. You look really happy.”

Reaching for Tristan’s hand, they shook hands as Dodge gave Tristan a nod. “Listen, I’ve got to get to work and with my little argument with Princess Smartass, I’m going to be late for a meeting. Y’all should stop by the club sometime.”

Tristan half smiled. “Yeah, maybe we will before we leave for South Texas.”

My body went stiff. I hadn’t been planning on telling anyone just yet that I’d be moving to South Texas.

Dodge turned my way. “What? You’re moving, Ryn?”

Trying to smile the best I could, I said, “Yeah. I’ll um, tell you all about it over coffee.”

Tristan’s grip on my waist tightened. A clear indication he was still uneasy about my friendship with Dodge. I knew Dodge was not going to take the news of me leaving Austin very well.

“Wait a second here, Ryn. You just got back with him and now you’re going to follow him to South Texas?” My body tensed at Dodge’s response. I knew it wasn’t very long ago Dodge wanted something more from our relationship, but he also knew how much I loved Tristan. I wasn’t prepared for a showdown right now with Dodge over my moving to South Texas. Especially with Tristan standing right next to me.

Tristan dropped his arm from my waist and took a step closer to Dodge. Knowing Tristan was pissed, I stood between the two of them; I put my hand on Tristan’s chest to stop him. “Tristan, let me take care of this please.”

“This is insane, Ryn. He can’t just tell you he’s sorry, and you decide you’re giving everything up to follow him there. Jesus, Ryn. Don’t be so stupid. What, is he that great of a fuck?”

Tristan moved me out of the way so fast, I didn’t have time to stop him from doing what I knew was coming next.

Tristan punched Dodge square in the mouth. Grabbing him by the shirt, he yelled, “You apologize to her right now, asshole!”

Dodge pushed Tristan back and was about to raise his fist to hit Tristan when I jumped between them. The moment Dodge’s fist hit my face, I swore I saw stars.

Yelling out my name, Tristan grabbed me before I hit the ground.

“You motherfucker! You hit her!”

Everything was blurry in my left eye and I instantly had a headache. I’d never been punched before. Okay that was a lie. Once in fifth grade, I called my best friend Mindy a fat cow and she ha

uled back and punched me right in the nose. It was safe to say, I’d rather take Mindy’s punch over a guy’s punch any day.

“Ryn, baby, are you okay?”

Slowly nodding my head, I barely forced out the word, “Yes,” as I attempted to focus my left eye. The throbbing pain quickly moved up through my head and into an instant headache.

“I swear to God if she didn’t look like she was going to pass out I’d kick the living shit out of you,” Tristan told Dodge. There was a tightness in Tristan’s eyes and his face was red. The pulsing vein in his neck indicated he was upset.

Glancing up to Dodge, he looked like he was going to be sick. “Ryn, I didn’t mean to hit you. You stepped in between us and I couldn’t stop in time.”

Trying to smile, I said, “It’s okay. It was stupid of me to get in between two grown men who were acting like stupid high school boys.”

My eyes, or rather, eye, traveled to each guy. Tristan was still glaring at Dodge, but at least he was not threatening to kill him, and Dodge looked like someone had just taken away his favorite . . . um . . . what did Dodge like to do? I thought about it for a few seconds as Tristan held me in his arms in front of my favorite Starbucks. I was pretty sure after today, I was banned for life from my favorite Starbucks.

“Do you have any hobbies, Dodge?”