Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
“Hello?”
“Help.”
“B? What’s the matter?” Dex demanded, instantly on alert.
Britt had called her big brother because she needed clarity...
a guy’s take on what the hell had happened between herself and Linc this weekend.
But now that he was actually on the line, she wished he hadn’t answered.
What had she been thinking? There was no way she could tell him she’d gotten drunk and slept with Linc.
“Never mind.” She started to end the call until Dex’s authoritative baritone stopped her.
“Don’t you dare hang up,” he ordered.
She froze. God, with that tone, he sounded more and more like her daddy every day. Not that that was a bad thing. She’d always been a daddy’s girl.
“You can’t call and yell ‘help,’ then get off the phone, B.” Dex told her. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” she stammered. Was she okay? She had no clue. Not only had she found out this morning that she’d slept with her best friend, she’d also been hit with the fact that neither of them remembered it.
“Are. You. Okay?” Dex repeated. “Do I need to come over?” She heard the jangle of keys. “I’m coming over.”
“No, don’t. I’m fine.”
“Then tell me what the hell’s going on right now, or I’m coming over anyway,” he threatened. He’d do it too.
“I’m okay. Really,” she assured him. “I’m just… confused.”
“Nothing new.”
She tried not to smile. “You hush.”
“What are you confused about?”
Did she really want to get into this with him? Dex and Linc were friends. It could get awkward.
Because getting drunk, waking up with a naked stranger—who turned out to be your bestie—then finding out you'd slept with him isn't awkward?
Well, when she thought about it that way.
“I got a little tipsy…”
Understatement of the world!
“...while we were in Vegas and kinda did something stupid,” she said carefully.
“What kind of stupid? Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Physically, anyway. Mentally, she was freaking out.
“What happened? Did you get married or something?”
“No, I didn’t get married!” Thank God! Though marrying Linc at least would’ve been better than marrying a stranger.
“So, what did you do?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, B, why did you call me?” Dex asked.
“I feel better when I talk to you,” she confessed.
“Even when you won’t talk to me about what you want to talk about?”
“Yes.” God, she was pathetic.
“Are you adopted? Please tell me you’re adopted. Or that I am.”
“Adopted? What are you talking about?”
“If one of us is adopted, then I shouldn’t end up with the same mental issues you have.”
“Oh, my God! You’re such a jackass!”
He snickered. “And you’re crazy, so your opinion really doesn’t hold any weight.”
She sputtered out a breath. “Asshole.”
He laughed. The big jerk actually laughed. “You love me,” he said smugly.
She truly did. Of all her brothers, he was the one she was closest to even though they were the furthest apart in age. “Maybe. Sometimes. When you’re not being a jackass,” she sassed. “So, not often.”
He laughed again. “Feel better?”
She took a deep breath, then blew it out. “Yeah.”
“Sure you don’t want to talk about what you want to talk about but won’t?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Okay, but I’m here if you change your mind.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Anytime, B. Love ya.”
“Love ya too. Bye.”
She dropped her phone onto the coffee table, picked up Maisie, and sank into the couch cushion.
“I slept with Linc, Maiz.” She stroked her fingers through the cat’s long fur. “And I don’t even remember it.” Maisie started to purr, blissfully unfazed by Britt’s dilemma. “What do I do now?”