“Jensen.”
“Jensen what?”
That I don’t know. And I don’t really want to admit that fact either. “You don’t know her.”
“You’d be surprised. I know a lot of women.” He chuckles, the bastard.
“She’s too young for you.”
“They’re never too young, son. Trust me on that.” His laughter grows.
Sometimes my dad is a sexist asshole. I wonder why Diane tolerates his cheating and constant bullshit. He hasn’t been faithful to her in years.
Wait, I know why. Because he has more money than God and she likes to spend it.
“I’m bringing her,” I say, my voice determined. “Where are we going?”
Now he sounds truly annoyed. “Your sister insists on going to the Cheesecake Factory.”
It’s my turn to laugh. That is so beneath Dad and Diane it’s fucking hilarious. “When was the last time you went there?”
“When your mother was still alive. She loved that place.” His voice is wistful, and despite all the crap my father has done over the last twenty-plus years, I know without a doubt, he still misses our mother.
“Then it makes sense that Addie loves it too,” I say firmly. “Give her what she wants.”
“I am. I always do.” I start to say something and he cuts me off. “I try to, at least.”
I want to tell him to try harder, but I keep my mouth shut.
We end the call, and within minutes Chad is strolling through the front door and collapsing on the couch, a weary look on his face.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
“We went out to breakfast. Bridezilla wanted to talk wedding plans.” Chad covers his face with both hands and groans.
“With you? Why?”
He drops his hands. “I’m the best man, so she has certain expectations of what I’m supposed to do. I told her I already met those expectations by hosting the bachelor party, and she got pissed at me.”
“What else does she expect from you?”
“The list is too long to go into, bro. Pray your brother doesn’t get married to a total bitch, Rhett. Bitches suck.” Chad shakes his head, a gleam suddenly shining in his eyes. “Hey, whatever happened to that hot waitress?”
I tense up. I do not want to talk about Jensen, especially with Chad. “What do you mean?”
“You went back into the strip club looking for your phone.” Chad grins. “You sure that wasn’t some ploy to chat up our waitress?”
“No, I legitimately left my phone in the club.”
“To talk to the hottie?” Chad peers at me. “Is it true you really fucked her?”
I don’t have to answer him. It’s none of his business.
Chad’s eyes go wide when I remain silent. “You did. Holy hell, I can’t believe it! That chick is hot. But you’ve always been able to pull hos.”
“Don’t call her a ho,” I bite out. “Don’t insult her.”
“Relax, relax.” Chad shakes his head, chuckling. “So were you lying when you told me you’ve never been to the strip club before?”