Page 24 of The Triple Threat

“You’re doing it again, honey,” Davis called as he poured the coffee.

My eyes met his and his eyebrows were high up on his forehead as he pushed a mug to me.

“I’ll take this back to the nurse’s station,” I muttered.

“Okay, honey, you do that.”

Davis gave me a look that said he knew my secret, well great for him because I had no damn idea what it was. There was nothing wrong in daydreaming about Hunter, like I said he was handsome and most girls in Dayton Valley had crushed on him at some point – except for me, I’d never seen the attraction. He was just Hunter, my brother’s best friend.

“Oh, and Ellie,” Davis called as I reached the door. “Maybe wipe that drool from your chin before you do your drugs round.”

I chose to ignore him, but still felt my chin, just in case.

I looked at Carter and gave him the dead eye, only for him to laugh right in my face.

“A fucking costume party,” I moaned. “You know how I hate them.”

“And you know that Belinda’s birthday party is always a costume party. You could have bailed if you really wanted to. I’m guessing the prospect of seeing Belinda Jennings dressed as a sexy schoolgirl again, is what had you logging online and buying that.” He pointed at my outfit and grinned.

“I didn’t damn well order this and you know it. How did you manage to change the order without me knowing anyway?’

Carter winked and shrugged his shoulders. “You should know not to leave your account open on your laptop.”

“You were supposed to be checking my damn cows, not messing with my fucking costume order. I only slipped out for a few minutes to pee.”

I glanced down at myself and groaned. I looked like an idiot.

“Like I said, you could’ve bailed or not worn it.” Carter shifted the box of beers in his arms and pushed through the door into the crowded hallway of the Jennings’ house, strutting through in his Top Gun outfit and Aviator shades.

“Carter,” Belinda our hostess and birthday girl screeched and ran toward us, her arms waving in the air.

“Belinda, looking lovely as usual.” Carter leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday.”

She was dressed as expected, as a sexy schoolgirl and I was pretty sure that her skirt was a damn sight shorter than the year before.

“You brought beer,” she squealed and almost pierced my eardrum as she bounced up and down and clapped her hands.

Belinda could only be described as perky both in personality and tits. Rumor had it that the perky tits had been a twenty-first birthday present from her mom and dad.

“They can go in the kitchen with the keg my daddy organized. Isn’t it good of him for doing that? He and Mom have gone away for the night so we can have fun. My brothers are running wagers on beer pong in the dining room if you want to go play.”

I was exhausted from just listening to her and when she went quiet, I wondered if she’d actually passed out through lack of oxygen. I looked at Carter who was grinning at her like she was a little kid who was telling some tall tale that barely made sense.

“I need a drink,” I muttered. “Great to see you, Belinda, Carter you coming with?”

Carter nodded and gave Belinda another quick kiss and pushed through the crowd of people to the kitchen. With a huff he let the beers drop onto the counter.

“Thanks for your help,” he groused, giving me the stink eye.

“I paid for them, seeing how you conveniently forgot your wallet.”

Carter laughed. As usual he thought he was damn hilarious when he was actually a pain in my ass. Why Ellie wanted to land poor Bronte with him, God only knew.

“Hey guys,” a deep voice boomed behind us.

We turned to see our old school pal Alaska Michaels dressed as a woman with a blonde wig, chest hair poking out of the top of a pink jacket and a sign around his neck that told us he was supposed to be Hilary Clinton.

“What the hell, Alaska.” I looked him up and down feeling a little uneasy at the sight of him.