Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(61)

“Who? Brock?” I wondered if she was experiencing the same relationship on speed that I was.

An expression of panic crossed Amy’s face, but it was gone before I could question it.

“Of course not. Its someone back in New York, you don’t know him.” She said quickly. “He’s one of my brothers friends, travels all the time. You never met him. His name is Tom.”

“I need more information.” I was struggling with the thought that I had been so blind I hadn’t even realized my best friend was in love with someone. That made me an A class jerk. Amy looked uncomfortable but I gave her a look and she started to explain.

“Well when my brother first introduced us, I just felt it, I can’t explain it. There was an electricity between us.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

“I know he felt it to, he tried to keep away from me, but it didn’t work. We were like magnets. But he’s in the Air Force, hardly ever in the country. And when I say hardly ever I mean a couple of times a year. So he told me it would never work.”

She looked pained at this, I stroked her hair.

“Oh Ames.” I sighed, knowing to a degree what she would be feeling.

“Yeah, I told him I’d wait, till he finished his tour. Whatever it took. But he wouldn’t hear of it. Didn’t want me stopping from living life. So he broke it off. I was majorly pissed at him, tried to forget him. Didn’t work so well. Especially when I saw him with my brother when he was home on leave. That killed.” Her voice shook, betraying the depth of her emotion.

“I can’t believe you never told me any of this Amy.” I scolded, feeling a little pissed, at her for not telling me, but mostly at myself for not noticing.

Amy looked genuinely regretful.

“I’m sorry Gwennie, I wanted to tell you, but I could hardly get my head around it myself. I couldn’t deal, then you got hurt, and no way was I letting some stupid problem of mine take up any of your headspace. I wanted you focusing on getting better.”

Fuck. Another thing that bastard had f*cked up. I wasn’t there for my friend when she needed me. That hurt. Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes, I looked to see a couple running down Amy’s cheeks.

“And Brock?” I was curious as to where he fit into this equation.

Amy’s expression turned from heartbroken to pissed in a millisecond, its almost funny. She let out a frustrated groan.

“Brock is a prick.”

I raised my eyebrow. She rolled her eyes knowing I saw straight through her.

“Okay I’m attracted to him. A lot. But he is so infuriating, we disagree about everything, he will never back down on anything. And he is such an alpha male it makes me sick.”

“But you like him.” I deduced.

Amy looked conflicted. “No.”

She fiddled with the lace on her nightgown. “Maybe. Yes. Shit! I don’t know Gwen. I still have feelings for Tom, its not something I can just turn off. But Brock is under my skin and I can’t understand how I can even like him, Tom is so different.”

“We can’t choose who invades our head space.” I explained. “If that was the case, I’d be married to some moderately attractive banker with a boring life and a BMW.”

Amy snorted. “Yeah right Gwen, you would go insane in like a minute.”

“Would not.” I argued.

Amy rolled her eyes at me.

“Whatever, you can’t tell me you prefer anyone over Cade, he is smoking, and the way he looks at you makes me blush.” Her eyes went dreamy and she fanned herself jokingly.

“We are not talking about me at the moment.” I decided. “There has been far too much of that lately. You are going to finish telling me what is going on with you and Brock.”

Amy sagged back onto the couch, covering her eyes with her hands.

“Well nothing is going on now. We’ve been dancing around each other ever since we met, the attraction unbelievable. I tried to stay away from him, then running into him the at Laura Maye’s bar we kind of argued then made up then argued again. Then after the club party we spent the whole weekend in bed.” She looked sheepish. “But I set things straight yesterday, planning on keeping away from him. Then last night I was smashed and horny so he stayed. And this morning he started getting all intense talking about me being his ‘Old Lady’, whatever the f*ck the entails.”

My eyes widened at this statement, maybe the men in the Son’s did move fast.

She caught my expression. “I know right? Its like we screw a couple of times and bam commitment. Fucked up. I would rather wear head to toe Versace for a week straight than be his ‘Old Lady’. ” She scoffed.

“You said this to him?”

“A version of it.”

I couldn’t imagine Brock would’ve liked hearing that too much, if he was anything like Cade.

“Did you mention anything about Tom?” I asked, deciding not to educate her on what a big deal the ‘Old Lady’ label was.

Amy looked at me like I’d grown another head.

“Are you crazy? Fuck no. Why would I tell some guy who I kind of have some weird intense feelings for that I am still hung up on another guy who may or may not come back to this country alive? I just don’t know how to process this, how could I love one man and not be able to stop thinking about another? Even if most of the time I feel like poking him in the eye with a mascara wand. ” The poor girl looked seriously troubled.