“Excuse me,” he says, a little bit too coolly. “It’s time for me to go home. Have fun.”
I open my mouth, then close it as he turns and walks away.
See? I knew it. Told you I’m losing him. That cold parting shot?
Bad sign. Really bad.
Time to bring out the big guns.
***
I head toward the locker rooms, hurrying after him.
A hand on my arm jerks me back.
“Where are you going?”
I blink. “Simone? You’re still here?”
She huffs. “Where else would I be? We came here together, remember?”
Crap. Right. “Look, there’s something I need to do, and then we can go.”
“Go? We only just arrived.”
“Or stay if you like, I don’t mind.” I wave a hand at her. “Told you, there’s something I need to do.” I stare pointedly at her hand that’s still clutching my arm.
“Bry? Why does it look like you’re about to enter the men’s locker room?”
I open my eyes as wide as I can. “The men’s? Are you sure?”
“Yes. It says Men’s on top of the door.”
“Oh. I, um, I left something there.”
“How? You haven’t been inside.”
“Oh, come on, use your imagination!” With that, I jerk out of her hold and slip inside the Men’s.
Seriously, I have to even fight my own gender to get things done around here.
A guy is staring at me. He’s sporting a blue Mohawk and piercings in one of his eyebrows. His eyes have an exotic tilt. They widen when he sees me.
I wave at him and smile.
“This is the men’s locker room,” he says. “Get the fuck out.”
“I won’t be long,” I assure him and head toward the showers.
Someone shouts something behind me, but I ignore everything as I zoom in on my target.
Drastic measures, baby.
I open three stalls, startling naked men—one of whom was clearly masturbating, I mean, my God that penis was huge—until at last I locate Ryan.
“What the fuck?” he hisses, then his eyes widen in recognition. A disbelieving snort leaves his lips. “Brylee?”
“Oops. Sorry. Totally thought it was the Ladies’ showers,” I say cheerily, before my brain catches up to what I’m seeing.