Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(41)

“I think so,” Harlee cuts into my thoughts, pulling my attention back to her. “Have you heard from him today?” she asks.

“Not today. He’s covering the bar this afternoon I think. Why?” I get the feeling there is more to her question than just wanting to know if I have spoken to him.

“Just wondering.” She shrugs,

“You sure?” I cock my head to the side, waiting for her to finish pulling out her books and depositing them across the top of the bed before continuing. “Your question wouldn’t have anything to do with Gavin would it?” I give her a knowing smile when she meets my gaze.

“He’s got me so mixed up,” she blurts, blood rushing to her cheeks.

“What’s going on?” I ask, having not really spoken to Harlee about Gavin in any real length.

It’s been a week and a half since the Halloween party at Deviants, and she’s only mentioned him a couple of times in front of me. I know she finds him very attractive, but I’m a little confused as to where this reaction is coming from. Clearly something has happened that I have not been made aware of.

“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.

“Bull.” I hit her with a mischievous smile. “Something happened. Spill.” I adjust my position on the bed slightly so that I am facing directly towards her.

“It’s really not a big deal.” She shrugs. “We kissed the night of the Halloween party.” I can’t help but laugh at how she says it. Harlee is usually balls to the wall, says what she thinks, and makes no apology. I’ve never seen her like this before.

“But then I saw him again after that and well, we may have slept together.” She drops her face into her hands.

“What? When?” I ask in shock over her confession. I had no idea any of this was going on.

“Five days ago.” She hits me with an apologetic look.

“And you’re just now telling me?” I blurt.

“I thought you’d be upset. You know because this thing with Decklan is so new, and I was afraid maybe you thought I’d screw it up by getting mixed up with his friend.”

“Are you kidding?” I crinkle my forehead in confusion. “Gavin is not Decklan. Whatever happens between the two of you is solely between you and him. Besides, I think it’s awesome,” I tack on.

“Well considering I haven’t heard from him since then, I’m not so sure.”

“Is that why you were asking if I had heard from Decklan?” I ask, finally piecing together the dots.

“I called the bar earlier and Gavin answered.” She shakes her head like she’s ashamed of her actions. “I don’t have his cell number but I gave him mine.” She tries to explain. “Anyways, I asked him if he wanted to hang out, maybe grab a bite to eat, and he told me he had to cover the bar tonight. When I suggested maybe coming up to keep him company he completely shot down the idea which obviously made me question if he was really telling me the truth.”

“Only one way to find out.” I grab my cell, scrolling through my contacts until I find the number to Deviants.

Pressing send, it rings three times before Decklan answers.

“Hey.” I blush slightly in spite of myself.

Just hearing him over the phone sends my heart galloping inside of my chest.

“Hey.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he responds.

“I just wanted to call and make sure you weren’t going stir crazy.” I laugh, picking at the blanket on my bed.

Considering it’s a Wednesday night and from what I have gathered they are pretty slow through the week, I figured this was a justifiable excuse for calling.

“Well, I probably would be if I didn’t have Matt here talking my f*cking ear off.” I can tell by how he says this that I’m not the only person he’s saying it to.

I laugh when I hear Matt, one of Deviants part-time bartenders, yell something in the background.

“Shut the f*ck up,” Decklan responds, though I have no idea what he’s responding to.

“Just tell Gavin to entertain him.” I laugh, getting the information I need without actually having to ask for it.

“I would if his ass was here.” I hear Matt again in the background. “Dude shut up or I’m going to cut your ass off and send you home,” Decklan warns.

“That’s surprising.” I ignore the side conversation going on with Matt and focus on the purpose of my call. “I thought he never left.” I laugh, throwing Harlee a quick glance who is clearly listening to every word and is not very pleased to hear Gavin isn’t there.

“He rarely does, unless there’s a woman involved.” His response causes my stomach to twist slightly, being the last thing I want to tell Harlee.

“Good to know.” I laugh it off. “Well, I’m gonna let you get back to it. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Okay.” I can once again hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better,” I playfully warn.

He waits for my response, laughing lightly on the other end before finally ending the call.

Dropping my cell down onto the mattress in front of me, I don’t have a chance to say even a word before Harlee pushes off her bed.

“I f*cking knew it. That f*cking liar.” She paces the room, clearly trying to reign in her emotions.