Chapter 8 Sam #2
“I saw him last night.” I ran my hand over my face as my eyes stung. “It wasn’t a good meeting. I honestly don't know what the hell happened. One minute I thought we were going to be fine and then it all went to shit.”
“Damn, Webber, I’m sorry,” she said softly. “The guys are in Malone right now so I can’t even call them.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh! Forest is still here!” She yelled. “Oh, he can help us and he is the —”
“No,” I snapped, flinching at the forceful way I said it. “Sorry, but not Forest.”
“Why not?”
“Just not him, please,” I pleaded.
“Oh, Webber you can’t snap at me and then not say anything to me,” Nova said. “You can say sorry by giving me the tea.”
I scoffed.
“That’s extortion,” I growled as she laughed.
“Hey, I’m not the one in trouble here,” she chuckled.
I stayed quiet, debating if I really wanted to tell her.
“Ok, fine. I won’t make you tell me, but your options are really not that great,” she said. “It’s either Forest, Jude or the fire department, but that means maybe seeing Jude because he might be working today.”
“Fuck, fine. Forest and I had a one-night stand in January,” I said quickly. “We met at the Boozy Bandit and I thought he was just passing through. I think Jude and him are dating and he got mad when he found out we slept with each other.”
I was met with silence when I expected her to say something immediately or maybe even shout.
“Nova? Are you still there?”
“Uh, yeah,” she said, sounding shocked. “I just didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth.”
“It’s fucking crazy and I don’t know what to do, but Forest seems like the least worst option, but if they are dating it might be the worst option,” I said, covering my face.
After last night the only thing that made sense was that they were dating, but Forest didn’t go after Jude like a boyfriend would. This is why I proceeded to drink too much last night. Nothing made sense.
“Well, I don’t think they are dating, I have no idea what's going on there, but what's the worst that could happen?” she said. “He says no and we call the fire department, hoping that Jude isn’t working.”
“Ok, call him,” I said before I chickened out and told her no.
“Ok, I’ll let you know what happens.”
I couldn’t believe this was my fucking life. Who the hell falls and can’t get back up? Jesus Christ I was the real-life Humpty Dumpty. I looked through social media waiting for Nova’s call when someone knocked on my door, making me freeze.
What if it was Jude? Wait, he didn’t know where I was staying, unless Nova called him anyways. Fuck, if she did tell him, I was going to be pissed.
Another knock sounded.
“Who is it?!” I yelled.
“Forest.”
Disappointment and excitement hit me.
“It’s open!” I yelled.
The door opened and closed as I craned my neck to look at him. Forest was in his cowboy get-up: dirty jeans, scuffed up boots, a white t-shirt, and a backwards hat. Fuck me, he was gorgeous, maybe even more gorgeous than I remembered him.
“Looks like ya got yourself a dilemma, Peaches.” His southern drawl made him even sexier.
He stood before me with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. I scowled at him.
“You going to help me or not?” I snapped.
“That’s not the way you ask,” he tsked.
I glared at him as he looked down at me with that BDE he had to go along with the actual big dick he had. My cock twitched remembering the night we had together, the night I couldn’t forget and often thought about when I had to rub one out.
“I’m waiting,” he grinned.
“Forest, cut the crap and help me please,” I snapped.
“Nope,” he said, turning around and walking towards the door.
“Forest, you better not leave me,” I yelled.
He looked over his shoulder. “Ask nicely.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, Peaches.” He leaned against the wall crossing his arms.
I took a deep breath regretting asking Nova to ask for his help, but he was my only choice unless I wanted to call Jude, and that seemed a hundred times worse.
“Forest, can you please help me up?” I mumbled.
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear that,” he said, coming closer.
I glared at him, debating if calling Jude was really that bad.
“Forest, can you please help me up?” I said a little louder.
“That wasn't so bad, was it?” He smirked, walking to me.
“Yes, it was,” I clipped.
Forest chuckled. “Come on, let's get you up.”
“I just needed some leverage,” I said, as he squatted over me, putting his hands under my armpits and lifting me up with a little more ease than I had expected.
“How bad did you hurt your knee?” He ushered me to the sofa.
I shook my head. “I need to use the restroom and if you get me my crutches, I can get myself there.”
My cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“I got you,” he said, holding onto me.
“If you have to go back to the ranch you can—”
“Where’s your bathroom?” he asked, completely ignoring me.
I turned to look at him.
“I’ll get you situated and then I’m gone,” he said. “Don’t fight it, just let me help you.”
I clenched my jaw feeling a little taken aback. “Why?”
He shrugged. “I just want to help and you look like you need it.”
I pursed my lips.
“You don’t have to. I’m fine with my crutches,” I said stubbornly.
“Ok, well, I can help until I get your crutches,” he said, pushing me forward to the hallway. “I’m assuming the bathroom is here and if it's not well we are walking around until you tell me.”
“Yeah, it's down the hall,” I grunted as we made our way down.
“Great, now have you had dinner, Peaches?”
“No,” I said as we arrived at the bathroom.
“Great, neither have I,” he said. “Hurry your ass and I’ll order something we can pick up. You can eat and then tell me to fuck off or I can fuck—”
I slammed the door in his face. If I let him finish that sentence, I might have taken him up on that offer. Until I knew what him and Jude were, well, the fucking kolache shop was closed.