Page 877 of Deep Pockets


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“No,” I ground out.

“Well, are you going to go stop her? Because I figured that, if you two were fucking, you wouldn’t let her date someone else.”

“Whoa! Nice, man!” Patrick said, holding his hand up for me to give him a high five. “Moving on from that bitch as fast as possible I see.”

“We’re not fucking,” I corrected them.

“Well, except for that one time,” Austin said with raised eyebrows.

“That is not what happened, dude,” I told him in frustration.

I’d been so bogged down in dealing with Miranda that I hadn’t even told Austin that Heidi and I hadn’t been together. And he still clearly thought that we had.

“Suuurrre,” Austin said, dragging out the word.

“Well, this will be fun,” Patrick said.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and I was sure that only meant trouble.

“Hey, Mindi.”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you send a drink to that table?” he asked, pointing out Heidi.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’re sending a drink to another girl?” Mindi pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.

“It’s from Landon,” he told her.

“Do not do that,” I groaned. “That would look really bad.”

“Ah, have some fun!” Patrick said. “She looks miserable on her date anyway. She’ll appreciate it.”

“Sure, honey. What should I send?” she asked.

Patrick looked to me.

I shook my head. “No fucking way.”

“A nice red wine will do,” Patrick said when I refused to answer.

Austin was laughing next to him. “Lighten up, Landon. Heidi is going to appreciate it. Look at how over this date she is.”

I’d been trying not to look, to tell the truth. Seeing her on a date with someone else made me want to be violent. But I did what Austin had said. Heidi did look uncomfortable. She was leaning away from the guy and had her arms crossed over her chest while he was talking. The beautiful smile that I knew and loved was gone from her face. But she seemed to be trying for a half-assed quirk of her mouth. He was clearly buying it. I didn’t want to feel satisfaction from the fact that she wasn’t enjoying her date, but a small part of me did.

I watched as the waiter returned to her table with the glass of wine that Patrick had ordered for her. And I meant to look away when she received it in shock, obviously insisting that she hadn’t ordered it. Then, the waiter pointed over to the bar, and Heidi’s eyes fell on me.

Her frown deepened, and she looked like she was about to get out of her seat and throw the glass of wine in my face. So, I smiled brightly and waved.

Her date turned around and looked at us over his shoulder. I wasn’t sure what I read in his expression. Mostly surprise. Then, he was talking to Heidi. She pushed the glass of wine away from her untouched.

Fuck.

“You’re such a dick,” I said to Patrick.

“We’re helping you. Aren’t we, Austin?” Patrick asked, nudging him.

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