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“Hmm?” he mutters. “Just a minute.”
“Not a minute, we have to go now. Come on.”
I pull him by his arms, and he moves his body just enough that I’m about to get him to the edge of the booth seat.
“Stand up now,” I tell him.
He doesn’t answer but leans his head back and closes his eyes. I reach into his front pocket, pull out his keys, and stuff them between my cleavage. “Okay, get his other arm,” I tell Lisa. “Come on. On the count of three. One…two…three.”
We each pull him to stand. Unsteady, he leans against my shoulder. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Time to go home,” I tell him.
He barely shuffles his feet as Lisa and I usher him toward the back door, one arm draped around each of our shoulders.
“Hey! Can one of you get the door for us, please!?” I shout to a couple of guys near the exit. One of them moves to open it but doesn’t say a word as we pass.
“God, he’s a lot heavier than he looks,” Lisa groans. “I need to set him down for a minute.”
“No!” I tell her. “If we set him down, we won’t be able to get him back up. The truck is right there.”
“Fine,” she says. “But the next time you need help moving a body, it better be a small one.”
I stifle a laugh, worried if I let it out, I'll drop my fiancé face-first on the pavement. I do feel just a little bad for her, though. At 6’2”, he’s not a small guy, and she’s 5’7” to my 5’5” and likely bearing the majority of his weight.
We manage the additional thirty feet to the truck, and he leans against the hood while I unlock and open the door. I guide him inside, and he lies across the bench seat and closes his eyes.
“Goodnight, honey,” I tell him, ruffling his shaggy hair before leaning down and kissing his forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Princess,” he slurs.
I pat his cheek and kiss him one last time before I close the door and head back into the pub—at exactly the wrong time.
“I don’t know why she still thinks she’s so much better than everyone else,” I hear Heather telling the other girls. “Reality is going to kick her ass. One day, I’ll come home for the summer or the holidays, and that smug look on her fucking face will be gone, and it’s going to be so satisfying.”
I ball my fists at my sides, the nails digging into my palms.
“Mel…don’t…”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just go.”
I turn to retreat out the back door again with my friend when I hear her continue, “And Ty is trash, too—they both are.”
I stop in my tracks.
“Did you see him? He’s a worthless drunk, just like his dad. I heard the guy’s liver is failing, and Ty’s right behind him. That’s Mel’s future.”
Lisa sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she mutters, “Shit…”
I double back and tap Heather on the shoulder. Her eyes go wide as she turns around and my fist connects with her face.
She stumbles backward but doesn’t fall. “Fuck you, you bitch!” she screams as she cradles her cheek in her hand.
I go for her again, and this time, when I hit her, she does fall to the ground but pulls me down on top of her. Her nails dig into my biceps and then rake down the length of them to my forearms, but I barely feel it as I pull at her hair with both of my fists.
“You got something you want to say about me or Ty, you say it to my fucking face!” I scream. I let go of her hair, and she goes for my throat with her nails. I get one more punch in before arms circle around my waist and pull me back.
“Just so you know, this is what you have to look forward to when you come home on the holidays!” I scream at her as Scott hauls me toward the front door. “I’m going to beat your ass every time you come back until you learn to stay gone! And I’ll be here forever—just like you said!”
