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“How can he not care? My dad killed his parents!” I groan in frustration.
“And what does that have to do with you? Nothing!” She sits up and grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “All I know is that man is crazy for you. I can only hope a guy will look at me that way from across the room. I think I was flustered for you most of Friday night. At least the parts I remember.” She giggles.
“Oh, you did have someone looking at you all night… that’s why you were so flustered.” I poke her in the stomach. She blushes as she laughs.
“Mmm… Damon is hot! He’s not a long-term type of guy, though. Fun for a night or two, but that gorgeous man is too caught up on himself to think about anyone else,” she says as she gets up off the couch.
“So, did you check off one of those nights of fun?” I ask. I hear in the kitchen snickering. “Don’t think I didn’t notice,” I tease, looking back to see her raising an eyebrow.
“Detective Addison, I can neither confirm nor deny those accusations,” she jokingly says as she walks into the guest bedroom.
I jump up after her. “Oh, no, you don’t get off that easy.” I say walking after her.
“Actually, I did.” She winks, and we both hysterically laugh, falling on her bed.
“That is not what I meant.” I throw a pillow at her. “But since you brought it up… what? Where?” I say, sitting up. “Oh, wait! I just remembered. The bathroom!”
She giggles. “We just messed around a bit. He was fun. End of story. You know he’s not my type,” she says, lying on her side, resting her head on her elbow.
“What… muscular, tall, gorgeous, and confident doesn’t do it for you?” We both laugh, knowing that’s exactly what she doesn’t go for. Syd’s a singer and a teacher. She usually goes for the artsy type.
“You know me, I go for safe. And Damon is definitely not safe.” She shakes her head. “But he’s got skills, I’ll give him that.” She lets out a long breath. “Anyway, I don’t even live here.”
“Yet,” I quickly add.
* * *
A couple hours later we walk into my neighborhood bar to watch the noon football game. Syd and I are huge football fans. And not just for any team… but the Dallas Cowboys. Syd’s parents had season passes when we were growing up, so it became one of our favorite things to do. Today is the first game of the season, and they’re playing the New York Giants. We’re both wearing our cowboy boots, which I haven’t worn since my going away party, jean shorts, and our Dallas Cowboys jerseys.
When we walk in we’re met with whistles and yee-haws. Ben, the bartender, is shaking his head as we approach. I’ve been coming to this bar since I’ve been in New York; it’s a block away from my place, so Ben and I are good friends.
“Addison. You’re breaking my heart!” he says as he grips his chest and groans. Syd and I laugh. “But holy hell, y’all look hot. Who’s your friend?” He smirks, lifting his chin toward Sydney.
“Ben, this is my best friend, Sydney. Sydney, Ben. She’s visiting me from Texas.” I smile as I wrap my arm around her waist.
Ben sticks out his hand and they shake. “Nice to meet you, Sydney. What can I get y’all to drink?” We giggle at his over-the-top southern accent.
We grab our drinks and glide to a tall table. TVs are placed all over the bar so anywhere we sit we’ll see the game. The atmosphere is loud and there are a lot of Giant fans. Not surprisingly, there are other Cowboys fans here, too. They stop by our table every so often to joke with other Giant fans. The bar goes crazy at every touchdown, no matter who gets it. Syd and I have always loved the competitive camaraderie at games. We love going to the other teams’ tailgates and having fun.
It’s half time and the teams are tied. Ben puts on music and we’re out of our seats dancing. I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I see a text from Aiden.
Aiden: Hey, beautiful, what are you doing?
I show the text to Sydney and tell her to take a picture of just my legs and boots. I text back with only the picture. I can see him typing a response almost immediately.
Aiden: You are definitely wearing those next time we fuck
My pulse quickens at the thought of next time. I laugh as I tell Syd to take a picture of just my ass and legs. I send the picture to him.
Aiden: Are you trying to kill me? I’m hard as a rock seeing that ass of yours. Where are you?
I can’t stop laughing, thinking about the picture I’m about to take. I know he’s a Giants fan. We’ve never really talked about football before, other than when he mentioned being ready for football season to start and hoping the Giants have a good one. I grab a girl sitting at the next table and ask her to take a picture of Syd and me but to make sure to get our boots and everything. I text the picture but add text this time.
Me: Go Cowboys ;)
Aiden: That is just wrong! So. Fucking. Wrong.
We’re laughing so hard we’re wiping tears from our eyes. “Your man actually might have found something about you he doesn’t like,” Syd laughs out.
