lap.
“I did do the math. I can’t eat a whole damn pizza
right now. You’re crazy,” I said, shaking my head with a laugh.
“Hey, buddy, that’s fine. More for me,” said
Garrett, opening the top box and grabbing a slice.
I stared out the window for the rest of the car
ride, which was pretty short, all things considered. Soon we were pulling into
Garrett’s parent’s house.
“You guys be quiet going inside,” said Kelly.
“Got it,” said Tyson. “Hand me a slice though before
we go in.”
We all snuck inside and went down into the basement,
spreading out the pizza boxes, everyone grabbing slices as we turned on the TV.
Garrett soon got bored and decided to throw in an old copy of Diehard .
Not a bad choice, I thought to myself as I grabbed a slice of pizza. It was
actually damn good and really hit the spot.
Not surprisingly, about an hour later everyone had
passed out. Kelly had gone upstairs to her room, Garrett was stretched out on
the couch, and Tyson lay on the floor with a piece of pizza balanced on his
stomach as he snoozed. I had to laugh. What a bunch of characters. But there
wasn’t any group of characters I’d rather have for best friends. Needless to
say, Vegas was going to be a time to remember.
I was watching the end of the movie alone when my
phone buzzed. I looked down to see an unrecognized number and a text: We
still on for tonight?
Yes! I thought to myself. It was Cat, It had to be.
I couldn’t believe my good luck. What a way to be welcomed back to the States,
spending the night with a beautiful woman. There was really nothing more a man
could ask for. So I texted her back, and let her know the address of Garrett’s
parent’s house. She told me she knew where that was, and she would be there in
ten minutes.
I threw on my leather jacket and walked outside. I
knew she’d be a little while, but I didn’t mind the cold. I actually really
liked it. It was a feeling that held a lot of memories for me and provided a
striking contrast with the heat of the desert we’d just returned from. There
was something about the cold that felt like home.
So there I waited, pacing back and forth, watching
the heat of my breath escape into the cold night air under the moon. My heart
rate was up, she was already on her way. What did the night have in store for
us? I couldn’t know for sure at this point, I was simply excited to see Cat
again, to see her outside of her role as a bartender, to talk with her, get to
know her, and… well, I wasn’t going to jinx anything by speculating right now.
But it was pretty obvious what I was after.
I waited there for a while. Ten minutes passed and
no cars in sight. I checked my phone again and again. Why the hell was I so
damn nervous? It was just a girl after all, I’d been through this before. I
kept telling myself that over and over again, but I knew it wasn’t true. There
was something about Cat that struck a chord with me. I felt it the minute I
first laid eyes on her as I sat back at the car counter. I just had to have her
tonight. Hell, I’d be willing to give up the whole Vegas trip to spend a night
with this woman, I thought to myself.
And with that I saw a red Civic turn the corner onto
the street I was standing by. That must be her, I thought.
Chapter
Five
Catherine
I spent the rest of my shift in something like a
dreamy haze. I continued serving customers of course, but my mind was
elsewhere. Would I actually go through with this? What if I called and Colt
didn’t answer? He’d had plenty of time to change his mind, and so had I. Was
this really a good idea?
But while half of me was questioning whether it was
a good idea, the other half went on fantasizing. The man looked like a complete
sex machine, and I had to admit to myself that it had been quite a while since
I’d been with anyone. With the stress of school and my job, the parking ticket,
and now finals just around the corner, I was on the edge of a