Chapter 17
THEO
Bridget came down after a while, snuggled right into Mav’s side to watch the last period of the game. No Mallory.
I didn’t say anything, just kept my gaze on the game.
Mav didn’t ask what was up with Mallory, only kissed the top of his woman’s head.
Didn’t he want to know what the fuck was going on?
I did.
Ask, dammit. Be fucking nosy!
I waited two game penalties, five minutes on the time clock and a commercial break when Mav got up again for another beer and a glass of wine for Bridget.
“Mallory have a good time in Vegas?” I asked, trying to sound conversational instead of probing.
She shifted on the big couch and faced me.
“Yup.”
“That’s all?” I asked, instead of what I wanted to get from her, “Did that good time involve fucking anyone with that untried pussy of hers?”
Bridget pushed her glasses up as she shrugged. “You know the saying, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
She had a good point. I’d been there before, and we’d done some shit that was probably pretty tame in comparison to others.
Still, I didn’t need it to be rehashed. Except she was pretty much telling me that something happened without telling me something happened.
Because if Mallory hung out at the pool and drank, gambled some and saw a show, then Bridget would have just said that.
No one pulled the What happens in Vegas line unless there was alcohol poisoning, a bad tattoo, or a wedding you didn’t remember.
Like Dex and Lindy. So something fucking happened. Knowing Mallory had a get-laid goal, it was probably that. Which pissed me off. Yeah, I was a fucking hypocrit since I wasn’t a monk or a virgin. But Mallory? She had me all kinds of fucked up, all because she came so beautifully on my fingers.
I appreciated Bridget’s loyalty to her friend to keep secrets, but she wasn’t helping.
Fuck this. I stood. “Bathroom.”
“No more diarrhea?” Bridget asked with a sly smile.
“Pretty sure that problem is resolved.”
Tom was history. Ha! That was fucking funny. But there was nothing I could do about a dude from Vegas or my anger toward him for touching what was mine. Hopefully he stayed in Vegas, too.
I crossed paths with Mav on his way back to Bridget. I waited at the bottom of the stairs for the couple to settle back into the couch. They were lying down and I couldn’t even see them over the tall back. The game was still going, twelve minutes left, so I had time.
Good. I snuck up the stairs and headed right for Mallory. I wanted answers. And my hands on her body.