Page 100 of The Triple Threat
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Every time I’d plucked up the courage to speak to Hunter, someone had beaten me to it; either Alaska or Carter had monopolized his time. Even Jason Miller, the deputy sheriff, who Hunter thought was as dull as a mash potato sandwich, had been talking his ear off. I couldn’t get near him. It was almost time to sit down for dinner and I really wanted to speak to him before we did, but now he was talking to Belinda Jennings and she was getting much too close for my liking. What was worse, Hunter was damn well lapping it up.
“You okay, honey?” Darcy asked, clutching a glass of champagne and swaying a little.
“Yes, thanks, Darcy,” I replied, sweeping a quick gaze over to Hunter and Belinda. “How are you doing?”
“Oh okay, I guess.” She sounded wistful, and I wondered whether her and Jim were still at outs, even though they’d seemed okay since they’d arrived.
“You look lovely by the way.” And she did. She looked real pretty in a peach colored beaded gown.
“Oh, thank you, honey,” Darcy paused to take a sip of her drink. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” I replied, not entirely certain it was wise. She was a little tight on champagne and I was worried what on earth she’d want to ask me that she couldn’t ask my mom.
“Do you think I should have a butt lift?” She laid a soft hand on my arm. “Only my surgeon and Jim said it’s fine as it is, but I’m not sure. I wonder if it’s too saggy, you know.”
Before I could do anything, Darcy had grabbed my hands and slapped them onto her ass.
“Squeeze,” she commanded. “Go on give it a real good squeeze.”
Wincing and feeling more than a little nauseous, I flexed my fingers.
“No,” she yelled, making me jump. “Do it properly. Squeeze it hard.”
I did as I was commanded and had to agree for a woman in her late forties, she had a pretty tight ass.
“I think they’re right, Darcy. There’s nothing wrong with your butt.”
That brought a huge sigh from her as she dropped her head.
“Your mom said the same.”
“So, maybe if we all said it then there really is nothing wrong with your butt.”
Darcy contemplated my words and then finished off her champagne. “Maybe you’re right, sweetheart.”
“I really don’t know why you thought otherwise,” I replied.
She gave me a sad smile and patted my arm. “Because I thought maybe it would make Jim attracted to me again.”
Darcy then walked away and as she did, I caught Jim watching her. The way his eyes followed her; he certainly didn’t look like a man who wasn’t attracted to his wife. Then, what did I know? I’d pretty much ruined any chance I had with the man I wanted, just because I was stubborn.
Talking of, Hunter was finally alone, and I knew it was my chance. So, with a deep breath and pushing my shoulders back, I walked toward him with purpose. When he started to walk toward me, my heart jumped. He still wanted this, and we were going to meet in the middle of the room, and it was going to be like a scene from a Nicholas Sparks book and we were going to… damn it.
Hunter stopped in front of Belinda and then took her onto the dancefloor.
My heart stopped for one, two, three beats, with a bang, bang, bang in the pit of my stomach taking up its rhythm. And, as Hunter pulled her close and placed one hand on the small of her back, I thought I might puke.
They danced close to each other, moving around the floor and when they had almost reached me, Hunter’s gaze drifted my way. A small smile tugged at his lips and he dropped his head to whisper something in Belinda’s ear, causing her to laugh.
I recognized the move from when Dylan had danced with me earlier, only that time I’d been the one laughing. My merriment had been false and forced, but Belinda’s was perky like her tits, and real, unlike her tits. Hunter’s grin in my direction though, was not. I knew it wasn’t because it didn’t reach his eyes, eyes which kept skimming back to me.
“Yeah, well two can play at that game, mister,” I muttered under my breath as I sought out Dylan.
He was sitting at a table, talking animatedly to Delphine and Garth. I felt bad for using him, but in every war, there were casualties, and battle was about to commence.
“Hey, Dylan,” I said as I went alongside him. “You want to dance?”