Lib Novel Page 25
“I was at the bar,” I answer and turn the song back on.
“What bar?” She shuts it off again.
“Are there many bars in Loverly Cave? LPs, of course.” The music is back on.
“I checked there. Three times. You weren’t there.”
I shake my hips with my hands above my head as a wicked grin spreads over my face. “Did you checked upstairs?”
Right away the music is off again and this time she grabs my phone so I’m not able to turn it back on. “What upstairs?” Joy asks, narrowing her gaze on me.
Crap, I forgot how frightening she can be.
“The only upstairs they have there.”
“Zoe, I swear to God if you don’t start talking right now, I will sick Jacob on you and trust me, that man can get the dead spilling their guts out,” she threatens me with her fiancé.
“Is it just me or does she threaten everyone with Jacob?” Grace whispers to Hope.
“She totally does. You’d think he was some kind of a creep instead of the most lovable guy in the world,” Hope confirms but Joy snaps her fingers in front of my face, bringing my attention back to herself.
“Start talking girlfriend,” she says but turns her head to Hope. “Did you already forget that it was that most lovable fiancé of mine who made your boyfriend tattoo his name on his ass?”
Hope scrunches up her nose. “Yeah, you’re right. Jacob is very evil.”
“Do I even want to know?” I ask them and all three of them shout, “NO!” in unison.
“Shame. It sounds like a good story.” I shrug, knowing I’ll get it out of them later.
“You know what else sounds like a good story? Your night.” Joy smiles that evil forced smile of hers and I groan.
“Fine, I was having the best sex of my life with the hottest, too-young-for-me guy.”
Silence and three stupefied faces.
“Wait, what?” Grace recovers first. “Was it Griffin? He’s the only good-looking single guy left,” she asks, meaning her boyfriend’s friend who I met briefly yesterday. And sure, he is very good looking, with all that tall, dark and handsome thing going on for him, but my guy was hotter.
Or I’m biased because of the million orgasms. Whatever.
“She just said too young for her, and Griff is what? Her age? Plus, that guy clearly has it bad for another girl,” Hope whispers back to her.
Also true. I saw how he was looking at Julie—Hope’s friend and the local coffee shop owner—yesterday.
“No, it wasn’t Griff but I’m not giving up his name. No matter how many Jacobs you set out on me.” I point to Joy who only shakes her head.
“You do realize what town you came to, right? There is no such thing as secrets in here and your night with this ‘mysterious’ guy is probably already broadcasted all over Love Hive.”
“What in the world is Love Hive and why would it be up there?” I frown but before she gets to answer me, my front door bursts open as four ladies I met a few days ago at Fifi’s store walk in and one of them does it for her.
“Because we are a nosey bunch and Love Hive is an in-town chat we have to share all of the important news and events within Loverly Cave bubble.”
“What’s going on here?” I ask, confused at this intrusion and how freely everyone seems to be moving around my personal space.
Seriously, what is going on?
Grace comes to my side and pats my back with sympathy written all over her face. “My deepest condolences,” she says and then turns to the lady in the neon Adidas track suite. “Fanny, you could knock for a change, no?”
“Tootsie roll, where would the fun be in that?” They start going back and forth between each other, but I am not paying attention because another older but very pretty woman with two braids, a whole bunch of dangling, colorful jewelry who I’ve also met before comes right up to me, placing her thin hands on my shoulders and kisses both of my cheeks.