"Cal said he'd pick me up around five."
"Did he say what you were going to do?"
"No, just said to dress casual when I asked."
"Hmmm," Gaby mumbled as she sipped her beer. "It's kind of cool though, huh? That he's going to plan surprise dates for eight weeks."
Gaby's blue eyes looked large and hopeful.
"Don't get your hopes up, Gabs," I said, putting my hand over hers. "Like I said, we’re packing up the house on Sunday and it's going on the market. I fully intend to go through with the divorce when the eight weeks are up."
Gaby pouted a bit, but nodded at my words. "I'm here for you."
"I know," I said with a small smile. "Now let's stop talking about this depressing shit. How about a shot?"
"Okay," Gaby agreed as she waved the bartender over. He was yet another man who was hoping for a shot with her, so we never had a problem getting served whenever we came.
I ordered three, then turned to get Sasha's attention and waved her over.
All eyes watched as Sasha picked the hair up off of her neck to allow some cool air to sooth her. Her chest heaved from exertion, and the little red dress she wore left little to the imagination. Her face held a knowing smirk.
"You're such an attention whore," Gaby said when Sasha reached us.
"You know you love it," Sasha replied, blowing her a kiss.
Gabby laughed.
"I really do," she admitted.
"Here ya go," I said as I passed out the shots.
When we raised our glasses Gaby said, "To us ... To always having each other's backs, good times or bad. And to Sasha, whose sexy ass can distract the most annoying of men."
"Here, here," Sasha and I said in unison, grinning like fools.
We slammed the shot glasses on the table and I winced as the tequila burned its way down my throat.
"Shit," Gaby said suddenly.
I had barely looked up and followed her gaze when Sasha said, "I got this," and stormed off.
I looked to the front of the bar and the liquor turned harshly in my stomach when I saw Cal, Scott, and TJ walking in.
I kept my eyes on them as they all turned to watch Sasha approach. I was sure she shouted something at them, but couldn't hear from where I was sitting.
"Wanna get closer?" Gaby asked.
Sasha in full temper put on a great show.
I shook my head, my eyes locked on the scene before me.
Sasha strode up, hands on hips, and I could tell by the guys’ faces that she was letting them have it. TJ broke away from the group and walked up to get toe to toe with Sasha. I could see the argument intensify. She was shaking her fist at him, and he leaned in to tower over her as he spoke back. Where Sasha was loud and feisty when she was mad, TJ was soft and menacing. They made a magnificent sight.
Gaby and I had a bet in high school over how long it would take before the two of them hooked up. I'd guessed a week, and she'd guessed before graduation. We'd both been wrong. They couldn't see what everyone around them thought was obvious. They were a ticking time bomb.
I looked to the right and frowned when I saw Cal looking at me intently. I hurriedly turned my gaze back to the standoff.
Sasha was throwing her hands in the air, then she turned and stomped back over to us. I watched as the guys walked to the back of the bar, on the opposite side of where we were sitting.