Baby Come Back(39)
I filled a tray of draft beers for one of the waitresses, then went back over to stand in front of Libby.
“Are you referring to Tylar?”
“Who else?”
“I guess I’m curious as to where you got your information; and not only that, but why you seem to care so much about it.”
“I really don’t give a shit about it at all. But my sister seems to be rather entertained by it.”
“Who the hell is your sister?”
“Amber Stratton. We’re twins.”
(What the hell!)
“What? You don’t look like twins.”
“It’s called fraternal twins, Gina.”
“I thought your last name was ‘Michaels’?”
“It is. I was married briefly. One of the few poor choices I’ve made in my life.”
“I see. And your twin sister, Amber, is somehow concerned about Tylar?”
“I wouldn’t say ‘concerned’ is the right word, more like ‘relieved’. I think Amber has pretty much decided that she wants Trey. She usually gets what she goes after.”
“Hmm,” I replied, nonplussed, “I’m fairly certain she won’t this time. Trey is in Baton Rouge right now with Tylar.”
“I know,” she replied, taking a big sip of her drink. “He only went to take their brat to her. Amber is biding her time.”
“No, Amber is wasting her time,” I snapped back at her. I was getting tired of her smug little attitude.
“We’ll see,” she replied, coyly. “So how has Tristan been these days? Does he rock your world like he rocked mine?”
(Okay, now I just freaking wanted to slap her face!)
“Tristan is great, Libby. He’s working at the other bar over by the dance floor. Why don’t you go over and say ‘hello’ to him?”
“No, I don’t think that would be wise. My new boyfriend is not fond of me being around an ex-fiancé.”
(Ex-fiance my ass! Tristan would never have married you, bitch!)
She scooted closer as I was wiping off the bar.
“But I do have to say, Gina, of all of the men I’ve had, Tristan rated right up there in the top 2% for tongue talent. I bet I won’t get any argument from you on that one, huh?”
“Of course the size of his cock was pretty impressive, too,” she said, almost wistfully.
“Yes,” I replied, smiling, “And both of them are all mine.”
She shot me a dirty look, taking a larger sip of her drink.
“Relax, Gina. I’m simply taking a walk down ‘Memory Lane,’ no need for you to feel threatened or insecure.”
“Neither of which I do, Libby. Do you suppose your date has stood you up?”
I was frankly getting tired of exchanging barbs with the bitch.
“Oh he’ll be here. I’ve been rocking his world now for a while. But hey, I’ll pay my tab and go mingle if that was your not so subtle way of telling me to ‘f*ck off.”
“Libby I have no problem whatsoever of telling you to f*ck off.”
She laid a $20 bill on the bar.
“Keep the change. Oh Gina, do me a favor, will you? Give Tristan a kiss on that cute little devil’s fork birthmark of his. I’m sure you’re quite the pro at kissing his ass anyway.”
She laughed and flitted off on her way. It took a couple of seconds for what she had said to sink in.
(That was how Amber had known about Trey’s birthmark! Libby had told her! Mystery solved.)
I shared the conversation that I had earlier with Libby with Tristan as we drove home. He found it as entertaining as I had.
“I think those twins are a bit disturbing,” he said.
“I wonder if Libby’s date ever showed up.”
“Yeah, he did,” Tristan replied, with a hint of amusement in his voice. “I saw them on the dance floor together.”
“Poor sucker,” I replied.
“Oh I don’t know; I think they’re probably a match made in heaven.”
“Why? Do you know who she is dating?”
“Yeah. It’s Ian,” he replied, chuckling.
“Are you shitting me?”
“That’s who she was dancing with and hanging all over tonight,” he replied.
“Hey - I thought Ian was banned from the club?”
“I lifted his ban.”
“Why would you do that, Tristan?”
“Because he stopped by after Reese was born; he congratulated me; apologized for all of the shit he had given you and me and asked if he could come into the club again. I gave him a probationary period. He was fine with it. Is that okay?”
“I’m okay with it if you are,” I said, putting my hand on his crotch and groping.
“What do you have in mind, Ms. Valenti?”
“I think I would like to see what your ‘talented tongue’ can do for me tonight, Mr. Sinclair.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
“You will see what my talented tongue can do for you.”
“It’s a date, babe.”
CHAPTER 22
Trey and Tylar were on a cruise. Tristan and I were helping out with Preston while Jean spent some time with her family. I was so happy when Tylar had come home. She and Trey were working things out.