Chapter 11 Birdie
Birdie
I think I just threw up in my mouth. This Stephanie character keeps putting her bony, perfectly manicured fingers all over Dawsen’s big bicep.
It feels like a red mist has fallen over me.
Who even am I? I’m getting so worked up over a situation I have no business caring about.
But dammit, I care—and I’m staring. I cannot stop staring.
This is so typical me—just breaking my own damn heart with all the scenarios I’ve imagined with Dawsen and I.
And here he is, looking like pure sex while some other woman marks her territory.
I’ve got to put some distance between me and this situation-ship they’ve got going on because I might spontaneously combust, spewing out profanities and bitch slaps.
I reach behind the bar and grab the bottle that Dawsen had poured from, I top off my glass and return the bottle. I give Dawsen another glance, and I raise my glass to him, and before I can overthink the look he just gave me, I walk away and leave him in Stephanie’s grip.
As I’m scanning the crowd looking for Casey, I bump into Mira, She owns Nook I prefer the term, loyal optimist.
“Right. So there’s no leak. You were just wing-manning and broke up the flirt fest over there.” I clarify and take another sip of my wine.
“Bingo, baby. You know I’ve got your back.” She winks at me and we clink our glasses in solidarity of really hating this Stephanie person’s guts.