Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(52)

I watched as she drained her full glass, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” She asked defensively.

“I have to catch up, you’re three sheets to the wind already you alcoholic!”

I gasped in mock offense. “I am not an alcoholic! Me and alcohol just enjoy a very close relationship.”

She laughed and turned to the house to get us more drinks. A brilliant thought entered my mind.

“Amy!” I yelled at her.

“What?”

“I’ve just had a brilliant idea!” I exclaimed.

She waited a beat, and then gestured impatiently “Which is…?”

“Lets have a pool party!!!” I said. “Girls only.” I quickly added.

“Call Rosie and the girls when you get inside and tell them to come around, we can order pizza or something, I don’t really care about food, as long as we have enough booze.”

Amy grinned at me. “I like the way you think girlfriend.”

I smiled back then added “Oh and bring out a broom as well.”

“What did your last slave die of?”

“Disobedience.” I deadpanned.

I heard her laughter all the way back into the house.



Hours later, our girls only pool party was in full swing, and I was definitely smashed. The sun had set but the weather was still scorching and I was currently lying on an inflatable lilo in the pool watching all my crazy new girlfriends dancing to some pop song under the dim outside lights. I smiled at them all, Amy, Rosie, Lucy, Ashley and a couple of their friends who I had met Friday night, we even managed to rope Lily in, convincing her to just try a margarita. Considering the way she was dancing, she liked them. I watched them a minute more then lay back and watched the stars swirling above me. Wait. I didn’t think stars were meant to swirl. Maybe being this drunk in a pool isn’t the best idea. I paddled down to the shallow end and slid into the chilly water before climbing out.

“Gwen!” Rosie screamed over the music, “Come and dance!” By the look of the way Rosie was moving her body, tequila was definitely winning tonight.

“Just a second!” I yelled back, raising my empty glass. “Need a refill.”

Amy caught my statement. “Might have to make a new batch, I finished the last of it.”

She thought for a second. “Wait.” Her face was serious, so I stopped and faced her.

“What?” I asked, almost concerned.

“We don’t have any margarita mix left!” She cried, and the girls faces all dropped.

I giggled. They all looked like Amy told them she was amputating her left arm.

“No biggie girls, we’ll just go and get some more.” Lucy chimed in, “I’m sober so I’ll go to the liquor store and get some more.”

Amy threw her arms around Lucy before pulling back and holding her shoulders.

“I Love You.” She declared dramatically.

I watched Lucy laugh and grab her keys. “Won’t be long girls.”

“I’ll come too.” I called to Lucy while pulling on my denim cutoffs. I didn’t bother with a top, the weather was still fricking hot, and why did I need one anyway?

I grabbed my purse, slipping my feet into some sandals before following her, slightly unsteadily to her car. We chatted about all sorts on the way to the store before the inevitable came up, the subject I had managed to avoid all night.

“So what’s going on with you and Cade?” Lucy asked carefully, not to be nosey, but out of obvious concern.

I sighed, looking out the window before turning back to her.

“Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“We broke up.” A drunken giggle spurted out of me. “Although we were barely together.”

Lucy didn’t look convinced. “I’ve known Cade all my life. He has had a lot of girls.” I snorted, massive understatement.

“But the way he looked at you, the way he treated you. You are different. No way he would let you guys break up, after this little time together.”

“Well he did.” I tried not to sound bitchy, “Lets not talk about it okay?”

She glanced at me worriedly a second then nodded her head. “Okay sweetie.”

We pulled into the liquor store, there was a couple of cars outside, it looked almost busy for a Sunday.

I hopped out, tottering towards the store with Lucy by my side. Once we entered I was made aware of my state of undress by the florescent lights and two college age boys at the counter leering at me. Woops. I glanced over at Lucy, who was wearing a white, crochet, see through sundress over her bikini. She obviously didn’t care, so neither should I, I deduced drunkenly. I gave the boys a jaunty wink over my shoulder and their eyes near popped out of their heads. Lucy smacked me playfully.

“Tease.”

She then blew one a kiss.

“Right back at you sister.”

She looked innocently at me.

“They are kind of hot.”

I rolled my eyes, men, or more adequately boys the last thing I needed. “How about you go and get some more precious liquor and I will go and get some chips?” I asked, feeling a sudden hankering for nachos.

“Meet back here in ten.”

I sauntered through the aisles grabbing various foodstuffs I decided I needed, until my arms were overflowing with treats. I made my way back to meet Amy, feeling slightly lost. I turned the corner towards the counter, spotting Lucy, stopping dead when I realize who she was speaking to. Cade stood with his back to me, wearing his usual perfect fit jeans, wife beater and his cut. His muscled, tattooed arms looked good enough to lick, I wonder what they tasted like. No wait I was getting side tracked, stupid alcohol. He was with Bull and Brock, both of whom spotted me just before I was about to hide behind a display of cereal. Shit. They looked me up and down and Brock grinned. What he was grinning about I had no clue and I had no time to ponder it. I began walking again, with no other choice now that they had spotted me. Lucy caught my eyes over Cade’s shoulder. Cade must have caught this and he turned around.