Shaking the depressing thought off, he decided not to worry about it yet. He needed to catch the woman first, and if he didn’t bring Sex Piston around, the only thing he was going to be worried about was picking which plot in the cemetery he wanted to be buried in.
20
“You want Stud to make him leave?” Sex Piston poured a shot of tequila into her empty glass.
“You need to go easy on that,” Killyama warned. “You have a conference with Meri and Keri’s teacher in the morning.”
“I didn’t forget. The bitch keeps sending me reminder emails.”
“That’s your fault for missing two meetings with her.”
“Because I was working. I told her I couldn’t get off till six.”
“That has nothing to do with it. You don’t want to let Meri and Keri become foreign exchange students.”
“I’ll miss them too much.”
Killyama didn’t doubt she would, but she was also sure the other half of the request was causing a problem, too.
“It might not be bad being a host family.” T.A. winked at Train when she saw him watching Killyama. Then T.A. turned her flirtations toward Calder who was avoiding her attempts by giving his back to the room. “What does a girl have to do to get laid?” T.A. scowled, trying unsuccessfully to entice Rock next.
“Quit talking about their dick,” Killyama reminded her for the umpteenth time. Then she went back to her conversation with Sex Piston. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. You get along great with most kids.”
“These aren’t kids. They’re a pain in the ass, hormone-filled, one shady move away from jail. I have my stepdaughters whipped into shape; why should I take someone else’s sixteen-year-old and start all over? With my luck, they’ll end up in juvie or knocked up. I’ll probably end up with another girl like Sissy or T.A.”
“That’s not it. You’re afraid you’ll get attached and won’t see them anymore when they go back home.” Killyama scooted her chair to the side as she saw Jenna practically licking the head off Train’s beer.
“Anyone else want another beer?” T.A. asked, her ass half on and half off the chair as she started to rise.
“I’ll get everyone a round.” Killyama stood up so fast she nearly knocked down the chair she had been sitting on.
She weaved through the tables and around the pool table to elbow her way between Train and Calder.
Jenna straightened when she saw her staring her down.
“Give me four beers, and try to keep your tits out of them.”
The slut was smart enough not to argue, pouring out four beers while Killyama watched her every move. She didn’t trust her not to spit in them.
“You need some help with those?” Train offered.
“No.” Killyama took two mugs in each hand then turned to go back to the table.
“You want to dance after you take them to the table?”
“My beer will go flat.”
“I can sit with you until you finish it.”
Killyama slammed the beers into Calder’s chest, drenching his T-shirt. “Take those to my table and tell T.A. mine better still be full when I get there.”
Leaving Calder juggling the beers, Killyama grabbed Train’s arm while Stud and Cade watched in amusement. She shoved him toward the door, not releasing him until they stood in the gravel parking lot.
“Dude, I’m trying to be as nice to you as I know how! What does it take to get you to learn I’m not interested?”
“You’re interested. You’re just scared.”
She gaped at him. “You think I’m afraid of you?”
“Not me. I think you are afraid of how good we are together.”
Killyama poked his chest. “You”—she pointed at herself—“and I are not together.”
“We will be.” Train gave her a once over. When he started to say something, she covered his mouth with her hand. Train laughingly pulled his head away. “What did you think I was going to say?”
She tucked her curly hair behind her ear. “You were going to say something nice, and I’m not in the mood to hear it.”
Train took a step forward. Unconsciously, she took a step back, trying not to let him get close to her.
“I was going to tell you those boots look as good as those heels did, and I want to rip that top off of you.” Train’s chest brushed up so close to her that she knew she wouldn’t be able to see Stud’s name if she looked down.
She took another step backward, coming into contact with the front wall of the club.
“Go home, Train. There’s no place for you here.”
“Make room for me, then.” He placed one strong arm on the wall next to her head. “I don’t need much room.” He braced his other arm on the other side of her before sinking his body against hers. “I only need this much room.”
When he tried to kiss her, she turned her face away.