Where One Goes(33)

As he pulls me closer, his mouth is next to my ear. “Let’s put our crazy away for three minutes and just dance, Charlotte. Okay?”


Swallowing hard, I nod twice, and allow myself to get lost in the moment, drowning in the feel of him against me, the beautiful song playing, and his enticing scent. The song plays on and for a moment, I think George is whispering the words, but so quietly I can barely hear them. I know he’s only singing just for the purpose of singing, not singing to me, but I find myself trying to catch every word. When the song ends, George pulls away; his dark eyes meeting mine and he smiles faintly. “Thanks for the dance.” Then he’s gone. What the f*ck?

“Ladies’ room. Now.” Anna appears out of nowhere and drags me away. I’m relieved she did because otherwise I’d still be standing in the middle of the dance floor looking like an idiot. When we enter the ladies’ room, she quickly checks the stalls to make sure we’re alone before taking me by the shoulders.

“Dude,” she says, simply. “You have just somehow created a love square.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“It was a triangle with Misty, Roger, and George. You just changed it to a square.”

“What? No.” I shake my head adamantly in disagreement. “I just danced with them. That hardly qualifies as me infiltrating their f*cked up love triangle, or whatever.” In fact, that thought makes me ill. I can’t quite figure out why I detest the thought of George with Misty. I mean, we’re not together, hell . . . he thinks I have issues, and he definitely doesn’t like me. But when I see her smile at him or him smile back, it makes me queasy.

“Roger approached you to f*ck with them, ya know?”

“Who? George and Misty?”

“I would bet my life he did it to piss both of them off.”

“So you think he knows . . . ?”

“I bet he’s had suspicions.” Anna pulls out a tube of her infamous red lipstick and begins applying it.

“I’m not interested,” I tell her. “In either of them.” Not entirely true, but I’d rather not think about George in that way at all. “I didn’t even know that was Roger. A guy asked me to dance, so I danced.”

Anna rubs her lips together and tosses the tube back in her purse. “You keep telling yourself that, sugar,” she chuckles and leads me out of the bathroom.





The rest of the night at the dance was calm and enjoyable. George’s parents showed up and hugged and fussed over me, which I loved. They’re amazing people. His dad and I did a line dance, and he begged me to marry George, and if I couldn’t, would I wait until Cameron was of age. George ignored me and chose not to ride back with Anna, Sniper, and I when we left. I assume his parents took him home. My consolation after the dramatic evening was that Ike was waiting for me when I got back to my room, and I found great comfort in that.

The next day, the first half of my double shift is rather drama free. George and Misty are both off. I imagine sniffing coke and boinking like rabbits. I hate how ill the thought makes me. I shouldn’t care; this is business, after all. I’m only helping George so Ike can crossover. At least without George and Misty at the restaurant, I had a day of peace; no nasty looks from her and no attitude from him. Ike wanted me to go to George’s house and make up some excuse for being there, but I couldn’t do that. Not after what happened the other night. I know I’ll see him and Misty tomorrow at work.



Today has been slow and awkward. Misty is pretending to be nice to me, and I despise her for it. I don’t want her fakeness, mostly because she’s so much better at it than me. Very rarely can I smile at a person I dislike and speak to them without my every thought being obvious, and I have no doubt my distaste for the white trash princess is evident every time we speak. George is working the back line with Sniper and Greg, avoiding me for the most part.

But I’ve noticed him.

Unfortunately.

He’s wearing a tight, black T-shirt, showcasing his amazing body and muscular arms. Since I met him, he’s always been slightly thinner than Ike, but still ripped. I wonder if it’s only the drugs that have made him smaller, because other than the slight difference in their size, haircuts, and shades of eye color, they are identical. I find myself ogling him, forgetting what an ass he is for a mere second until he speaks.

“How’s your ass?” he chuckles, snapping me out of my state of admiration. Sniper bites his lip to keep from laughing as he winks at me. Damn him. I blush with embarrassment. I can’t believe I had my ass in George’s face. It’s no secret he likes to get a rise out of me and he’s succeeded. Score one for George. Two can play at this game.

“I don’t know.” I bite my lip seductively. “Might need you to check it out for me again. Would you mind?”

All three men on the line stop what they’re doing and stare at me. I chance a glance at Ike and he rolls his eyes as if he’s annoyed. I resist the urge to toss a lemon at him. What’s his problem? It’s only a joke.

“Uh, sure. I could—”

“It was a joke, George,” I interrupt him as I laugh. He glares at me as his perfect lips flatten into a hard line. “You will not have the pleasure of having this ass,” I turn slightly and point to my butt, “in your face again,” I tease. I know I shouldn’t. George hates me, but I can’t deny I’m attracted to him and his brother. The McDermott twins are good-looking men. And as much as I know George dislikes me, I can feel his dark eyes on me every so often. The attraction is mutual.