Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 40
Addie bounced up to us a moment later, cutting off the conversation entirely.
“Don’t tell me you two are tired already?” She faced me, “We still have to find you a killer party outfit to knock the socks off Coachey Pants tomorrow.”
“You’re coming to the party?” Aunt Jax didn’t hide her surprise. “Addie’s trying her best to convince me, but I’m not sure.”
She nodded. “Well, of course you and Jason are welcome, but I know it’s last minute.” She was giving me an out, bless her. “Jason and I were planning on going to the cape.”
“Oh, that will be nice. Not very many nice weekends left before it gets too cold to enjoy it.” “That’s what we were thinking.”
“No,” Addie scowled. “Screw the cape. They can go next weekend. This weekend she needs to hang out with me.
If you’re worried about feeding Jason to the sharks, then come out for drinks with us tonight. It’ll just be a few of the guys. Jesse, Nash, Abel, the twins. It’ll be like taking him in the shallow end before tossing him in the deep end.”
“That’s supposed to convince me? Are you under some mistaken impression that I’m a sadist?” Nash, Jesse, Abel, the three of them were as close as brothers. Add in Abel’s cousins Zach and Josh. They’d all take their cues from Abel. He could turn them on Jason just like that.
“Come on, you can’t leave me to be the only girl besides whatever floozies the guys find. You don’t have to worry about Jason, they’ll play nice. I’ll tell them to be on their best behavior.”
I snorted, as if they’d listen to her. “Why not let the guys go out, and you come over and we bust out a bottle of wine? You can regale me with more of your world travels and sexu-u-u-h, your um, escapades,” I tried to recover, glancing at her mom, standing right there.
“Nice.” Addie smacked me on the arm. “Ow.” “Why don’t you girls go ahead and finish your shopping. I’m going to take a break. I’ll be in there when you’re done.” Aunt Jax indicated the coffee shop across the street and then said to me, “Good luck with her.”
She left me to argue with her stubborn daughter, who linked her arm through mine and dragged me along. “I would come over for girls’ night, but I lost a bet with Jesse and I have to DD for the guys.” “Tell them to use a ride app. You can’t even fit them all in your car anyway.”
“They can squeeze into Dad’s Escalade, but that’s not the point. I lost, and I have to go and now I’m saying you do too.” “You really want to spend your evening chauffeuring the guys? What kind of bet did you lose to Jesse anyway?”
“It was stupid.” Was there any other kind of bet? “When we stopped for coffee on our way out of the city this morning, I bet him he couldn’t get the barista to give him his number without asking for it outright. He was making eyeballs at her and it was pathetic.
Of course, it turned out I had too much confidence in our gender. All he had to do was turn on that Slater charm. A smile and a few husky words and she pretty much drooled in his coffee while she made it.
Aaaand, she wrote her number on his cup,” she scoffed, sounding both disgusted and annoyed.
The bigger shock than Jesse getting some random barista’s number, which wasn’t a shock at all—she never should have made that bet—was, “You rode all the way from the city with Jesse? And nobody died?” Since we were kids Jesse and Addie fought more than even Abel and Addie did, or Jesse and his own little sister Audrey.
People often thought, he was her big brother, a fact that infuriated Addie as she loved to remind everyone she was a few months older than Jesse.
He was a mini version of Uncle Spade. Jesse and Nash were both carbon copies of their dad. Hellions the lot of them. My poor Aunt Claire.
“There’s still a chance for me to kill him on the ride home Monday morning. I don’t know what made me think carpooling was a good idea. He insists on driving, listens to the worst music, and drives like the freeway is a NASCAR track.”