Page 61 of Bourbon Deceit
“You couldn’t have kept her and hidden her at the same time. You know that. You had to take her out, you had no choice.”
He was right, there was no way I was going to be able to get away with being Goldie’s and then not take her with me when I had to attend such mind-numbing events.
“I know.”
Squatting down and lying on my back, Kace kneeled next to me and started counting off as I warmed up with some crunches before I got into the heavy stuff.
“So if he does contact you, what are you going to do?”
“I have no clue,” I huffed out as I continued to do sit-ups.
“She cares a lot about you,” Kace stated. He handed me a ten-pound medicine ball then stood in front of me. “Whatever you do, you have to talk to her about it, because being the evasive ass you are is not going to fly with her. You can’t get away with that now.”
“Like I don’t fucking know that. I swear to God you just like to stand there and point out the obvious.”
“Isn’t that what friends are for?”
“Obviously,” I grunted, now tossing the ball at Kace from over my head when I sat up. As I went down again, he tossed the ball back at me.
“Your dad is such a dickhead. He clearly knows that he’s not going to get what he wants so now he’s using all the options he has.”
“Once again, thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“Fuck off.” Kace chuckled.
Whenever we were working out, Kace was always in his element, he was relaxed and fun. It was when he had time to himself that he started to brood and think about his past transgressions, the demons that constantly floated above his head.
Once I hit my mark, I sat up and held on to my knees while Kace handed me a bottle of water.
“Push-ups.”
“You just love bossing me around, don’t you? I bet your old, tired ass couldn’t do push-ups anymore.”
I knew that was far from the truth but I loved pushing his buttons.
“Get fucking real.” Kace tore his shirt off and stretched his arms. Copying the cheesedick, I did the same.
Like clockwork, Kace got into position and nodded to me to do the same. Sucker.
Side by side, we did push-ups, with our shirts off, trying to up the other as we huffed out. Upping the ante, Kace went to one-handed push-ups so I did the same, cringing from how sore I was from the entire workout before the apparent push-up contest. We both switched arms and tried not to laugh at each other. Kace would try to kick my leg when he got the chance and I would do the same, but we didn’t give up.
It wasn’t until we both saw a pair of high heels standing in front of us that we stilled and looked up.
I could pick those legs out from anywhere. Standing in front of us was Goldie, in her Jett Girl attire and mask. She was sporting a giant smile as she tapped her foot and waited for us to finish.
We stood together and brushed off our hands as we tried to give the impression we hadn’t just been embroiled in a pissing match.
“Oh, please, don’t let me interrupt you two,” she said as she perused my body with those blazing blue eyes of hers through her mask. It boosted my confidence to know that her eyes were only closed in on my body, especially since Kace was standing next to me with his shirt off as well.
Clearing my throat, I said, “May we help you, Lo?”
Her nose twisted from me using her Jett Girl name. It was weird to me too.
She held out her arm and handed me a letter. “Jeremy had to bolt so he asked me to give this to you.”
Without even having to look down at the note, I knew what it was. Casually, I took it from Goldie and thanked her.
“So, you guys can go back to what you were doing,” she said while she licked her lips, enticing me to bring her up to the Bourbon Room. That’s what she did every damn day of my life.
