CHAPTER 30
OLIVIA
I place the milk back into the fridge and close the door, only to let out a cat-like screech when I find Savannah standing on the other side of it. “Jesus fucking Christ, Savannah. You scared the shit out of me!” I scold and the bitch throws her head back and cackles.
“Sorry,” she says, her face full of amusement and not the slightest bit sorry.
“No, you’re not.” I glare at her.
She shakes her head with a laugh. “No, I’m not. You should’ve seen your face.”
“Bitch. You’re lucky you’re pregnant,” I point my spoon at her in warning. “What’re you doing here, anyway?” I glance over at the clock on the wall, noting it’s barely after eight AM. “And why so early?”
“Just dropped Reign off at school so thought I’d swing by and see if you’re up for girls’ night tonight.”
“Absolutely, yes. I need a girls’ night. I miss my bestie,” I stick my bottom lip out in a pout, earning an eye roll from her.
“Good. I’ll tell the others. And as for missing me, you know where I live,” she raises her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. It’s her go to expression when Reign has been bad.
“Don’t you raise your eyebrow at me, I’m not your four-year-old. You abandoned me!” I bitch, clearly choosing violence today.
“You’re being dramatic again. How about we have a sleepover soon, yeah?” She placates in a calm voice and apparently, I’m as easy to please as four-year-old because it works, and I drop my shoulders with an exhale and nod.
“Good. Now get dressed,” she claps her hands together in a chop chop gesture.
“Why? Where are we going?”
She gives me a shit eating grin. “Shopping. I owe you a pair of cowboy boots.”
My eyes light up in excitement and I gulp down the rest of my coffee before darting off to my bedroom, Savannahs laugh following me down the hall as I go.
I brush my teeth, throw some clothes on and quickly unplug my phone from the charger to send Grayson his daily horse joke before meeting Savannah at the front door.
“That was quick,” she says, rubbing her hand over her small bump lovingly.
I give her a ‘well duh’ look. “I don’t play around when it comes to shopping, Sav.”
“No shit,” she laughs as we head out the front door and towards her car.
“So, you wanna tell me what’s going on between you and Grayson?” Savannah asks as she backs out of the driveway.
I give her a side eye. “Nothings going on between me and Grayson,” I lie .
“Don’t give me that shit, Liv. He fireman carried you out of the bar in front of all the customers after you refused to talk to him. Your car has been seen at the ranch, and I know you weren’t visiting me. So, spill,” she says, giving me an expectant look.
I release a long breath. “We’re basically friends with benefits.”
“Okay…” she drags the word out, “and what was the scene about in the bar the other night? You didn’t come back.”
“That was me making a fool of myself. He took me to Ruebens grave and told me everything.”
Savannahs eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Wow. Hunter told me he doesn’t talk about Rueben. Like, ever.”
I nod. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. Which just makes things even more confusing because why would he take me there and share that with me? He didn’t need to do that.”
“Well, you did accuse him of having a secret family, so I guess that was his way of proving your assumptions were wrong,” Savannah offers, and I think about that for a second.
I guess it does make sense that it was the easiest way for him to get his point across, but still, it’s not something that you just share with anyone and for him to speak about Rueben for the first time with me , it must mean something, right?
“Do you like him?” Savannahs voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Obviously I like him. I wouldn’t be sleeping with him if I didn’t like him.”
“You know what I mean, Liv. Do you have feelings for him?”
I’m shaking my head before she even finishes the question. “No. I mean I obviously have sexual feelings, but that’s as far as they go. He’s incapable of falling in love, and I’m the master at avoiding falling in love, so it’s a win win.”
Savannah doesn’t look convinced as she parks the car and turns to me. “You may have convinced yourself that’s true, but it isn’t. You need to be careful, Liv. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
I reach over the centre console and squeeze her hand assuringly. “Don’t worry about me, Sav. I’ll be fine.”
Seemingly satisfied with that answer she nods before reaching into the back and retrieving her handbag.
We spend the next few hours shopping where I spend entirely too much money. Savannah insisted on buying me a pair of cowboy boots in return for the ones I brought for her a few months back as a gift and as a compromise I dragged her to the cute little baby boutique in town. She obviously, being the selfless queen she is, insisted that I didn’t need to buy anything for the baby, but as soon as she walked in the door her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
I dump the bags on my bed before heading to the bathroom for an ‘everything’ shower. I lather my hair with conditioner and leave it in while I shave my entire body. Upbeat country music plays from the Bluetooth speaker on the bathroom counter and the lyrics have excitement coursing through my body for the night ahead.
It feels like it’s been so long since we’ve had a girls’ night, and I can’t wait to get tequila drunk with the girls’ and talk shit about men.
Once I’m finished in the shower, I blow-dry my hair and place it in rollers, opting for a bouncy blow-dry style tonight, before moving on to my makeup. I usually stick to minimal makeup, only using a little mascara, but tonight I’m feeling adventurous. I apply some dark eyeshadow, giving my eyes a smoky look that makes the blue pop, add a thick layer on mascara and finish the look off with a fire-engine red lipstick that matches my new boots.
I dress in black skinny jeans paired with a matching black denim corset that makes my boobs look impressive – if I do say so myself – and pull on the red cowboy boots. I remove the rollers, spray some perfume and check my outfit in the mirror before meeting Bella and Daisy in the kitchen.
Daisy’s eyes widen as I enter. “Damn, girl. You look hot,” she says as she hands me a shot.
“Thank you. So do you two,” I say, holding my glass up in cheers before throwing it back. The liquid burns as it slides down my throat, instantly warming my insides and I do a little shimmy on the spot.
Daisy is dressed in a blue denim jumpsuit that hugs her curves in all the right places, paired with an off-white cowboy hat and matching boots. Her long, chestnut hair falls in loose waves down her back. Bella, crazy bitch that she is, opted to wear denim shorts that are frayed at the edges with an off the shoulder brown t-shirt tucked in, her boots a faded brown to match. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun that I couldn’t achieve if my life depended on it.
“There’s a whole lot of denim and boots going on here,” I say, waving a finger between the three of us.
Bella shrugs with a laugh. “You’re in cowboy country now, Liv. Everyone’s in denim and boots.”
I ponder her comment for half a second before nodding my head in agreement. “I guess you’re right.”
A horn sounds from outside and the three of us grab our purses before ambling out the door. Savannah is our DD tonight because, well, she’s pregnant and therefore sober, which is great for us but not so great for her when she has to drive our drunk asses home later .
Savannah added the four of us to a group chat earlier today to discuss the plans for tonight and we had suggested a pamper night at our house with movies, junk food and face masks because she unable to partake in the drinking side of things, but she quickly shot us down insisting that she’s, and I quote, ‘ pregnant, not boring’. And although, I feel guilty that she has to watch the rest of us make poor life choices, she can’t say she weren’t warned.