“Layton, where in the hell are you?” Reed asked on the othe
r end of the phone.
“What are you talking about? What time is it?”
“It’s damn near ten. I’m sitting outside Lucky’s office. Weren’t we supposed to meet at ten thirty with the owners of that Thoroughbred you’ve been trying to buy for the last year?”
I flew up out of Whitley’s bed. “Motherfucker! I totally forgot all about it. I’m still at Whitley’s. Son of a bitch. ”
“Well, get your ass down here, Layton. You blow this, and Lucky won’t ever train another one of your horses again. ”
I looked around. I was still in the same clothes I’d worn yesterday. “Reed, I’m still in my clothes from last night. And I smell like…” I tilted my head down and smelled my shirt. “Fuck, I smell like beer, vodka, and puke. ”
Reed started laughing. “Dude, don’t you keep a spare set of clothes in your truck? Jump in the shower and then change. ”
“Jeans. I only have jeans. I need a shirt!” I started to make my way to Whitley’s bathroom. I shut the door and turned on the shower.
“I’m on my way,” Reed said.
“Great. I’m jumping in the shower now. See you in a few. ”
I stripped out of the clothes that smelled like a frat party gone bad and jumped into the hot water. I rinsed off and looked for a bar of soap.
Nothing.
Where in the hell is her soap?
I looked on the shelf behind me, and all I saw was an orange bottle. I picked it up and read it out loud, “Coconut Island Quench moisturizing body wash with coconut oil for soft, smooth-feeling skin. ” I looked around again. “What in the fuck is this shit? Where’s her soap?”
After staring at the shelf for a good five minutes, willing a bar of Irish Spring to show up, I poured the damn coconut shit in my hand and rubbed it all over my body. I used her coconut shampoo in my hair as I decided I would be packing an emergency kit in my car, complete with soap and shampoo for men.
I jumped out of the shower and started drying off with her towel. I put the towel up to my nose, took a deep breath in, and smiled. It smelled like Whitley. I wrapped the towel around my waist and cracked open the door.
Whitley was still sound asleep. I ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Right before I got to the front door, Courtney stepped out of the kitchen, right in front of me.
I was going too fast. I couldn’t stop, and I ran smack into her, which caused her to slam into the door.
“Shit!” we both called out at the same time.
She pushed me off of her and started yelling at me. “What in the fuck are you doing here? And, oh my God, why are you wrapped in a towel, looking hot as fucking hell? My eyes! Oh God, I need to wash them out. ”
I didn’t know whether I should be happy that she had given me a compliment or worried because she was now screaming something about her eyes burning.
“Did you spill coffee in your eyes?” I asked her.
She stopped and looked at me. “Really, Layton? Good God. ” She moved past me and walked back into the kitchen. “What is wrong with you Texas boys? And why in the hell do you smell like coconut?”
There was a knock on the door, and I opened it to see Reed. I grabbed the shirt and the jeans he had gotten from my truck, and I headed back up the stairs.
“Court’s in the kitchen. Chat for a second,” I called over my shoulder.
I ran into Whitley’s room and came to a stop when I saw her sleeping in bed.
She’s so incredibly beautiful.
I walked up and looked down at her. She had a small smile on her face, and she was mumbling something. I bent over, trying to hear what she was saying.
“Layton…please…”