Page 98 of Play Fake

Wren’s face contorts several times before landing on something that looks a bit like intrigued disgust.

“He does. He keeps like five spare sets in the closet.”

“Somehow, I believe you. But the apology will suffice.”

“He’s incredibly sorry.” I kick the side of his shin under the bar.

“Ouch! Fuck. Don’t have to be so fucking hard about it. Yep.Reallyfucking sorry. Don’t know what I was thinking. I fucked up.” He mutters, clearly annoyed about having to admit he’s wrong.

“Thanks, I think.” Wren eyes him warily for a second before fixing her attention back on me.

“Did you tell Mac?”

“Not yet. I’m waiting for the right time.”

“Damn. I was hoping you had. Then I’d at least know if she’s done with me for good.”

“If you’re gonna sit here, I hope you’re drinking something.” Wren looks back and forth between us.

“Yes, give us a couple of beers.”

“Wanna narrow it down?”

“Whatever you think is best.”

“Waylon, this is a sports bar, not a tasting room.”

“Two IPAs,” Easton pipes in, his eyes still fixed on the screen, watching some soccer game being played.

Wren fills up the beers from the tap, and I stare at the glasses, wondering how to ask Wren the question I really have. Then I try to figure out how much I really want the answer. I was determined when I drove over here, and now with the chance of hearing it’s really over, I’m hard pressed to say anything.

“Spit it out, Waylon.” Wren instructs without taking her eyes off the tap.

“I guess I’m asking if I still have a chance with her.”

“She’s done with all your fuckboy stuff, Waylon. Fucking the chick her ex cheated on her with? That was pretty fucked up.”

“Whoa whoa whoa. What? What did you just say?” Easton’s attention is suddenly torn from the TV and fixed on me and Wren.

“Oh, you mean you planned revenge sex for your guy here without knowing it was him who was the actual asshole?” Wren glares at Easton.

“Waylon, man. Come on now. You know I’m always on your side, but that’s cold.”

“I didn’t have sex with her. I took her on a date, andonlybecause I thought it would help Mac get back with her ex.”

“Why do they think you fucked her, then?”

“Because the chick found Mac and told her we did. But we didn’t. I don’t know what the fuck her problem is. Needs a lot of attention, I guess.”

“She hot?”

“East…”

“I’m just saying. Those damaged ones with the cruel streak are wild in bed.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Still have her number?”