“I’m down,” Easton agrees. “Babe, you coming?”
Tessa shrugs. “Bring me home so I can shower and change, and then I’ll meet you there.”
As I go into the guest room to grab my shirt, the girl from last night wakes and gives me her best fuck-me smile. Nope. Not happening. I pick her clothes up off the floor and toss them onto the bed.
“You should get dressed. We’re all heading out, so you have to leave,” I say firmly before walking back out the door.
Downstairs, everyone looks exactly how I feel—tired, hungover, and beat to shit. Tessa rests her head against Easton’s shoulder with her eyes drooped almost closed. Gage and Stone are muttering something to each other, but I don’t think either of them are paying any attention. Zayn, however, perks up when he sees me.
“Ready to go? I’m fucking starved.”
“Yeah.”
I grab my jacket from the closet and pull it on as we all head for the door. Just as we step out onto the porch and Zayn goes to lock up, we hear someone running down the stairs. The girl I woke up next to slips out then turns to me and presses a kiss to my cheek.
“Call me,” she says as she steps back.
Everyone watches her leave with confused looks on their faces and once she’s gone, Stone turns to me. “Who the fuck was that?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
The six of us split up. Easton and Tessa leave in E’s car, Gage hitches a ride with Stone, and I get in with Z. It only takes a minute, however, before he eyes me suspiciously.
“Everything all right?”
My brows furrow. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know. You showed up late, and as soon as you got there you chugged three beers, took four shots, and did a line of coke. I just want to make sure there isn’t a reason for it.”
Thoughts of the meeting last night move to the forefront of my mind and dread fills my stomach. Maybe Grayson was right. Going that hard when we have to train tonight probably wasn’t the smartest decision I’ve ever made. Still, Zayn can’t know about this. Not any of it.
“You worry too much, dick. I’m fine.”
He may not believe me, but he drops the subject for now.
COMING TO THE DINER for breakfast after a wild night has become a sort of tradition for us. We’re here almost every weekend, to the point where they keep the largest corner booth they have open for us. The waitress, Harriet, is a sweet old woman. She reminds me of my grandmother, which is probably why she’s the only woman I’m respectful toward.
“Here you go, boys,” she says as she places the plates in front of us.
We all thank her in unison before digging in. It’s amazing how good food tastes when you’re hungover. It’s like your body craves it to the point where it becomes so much better than usual. It’s mouthwatering.
“So, what did you guys think of Tessa’s sister last night?” Gage questions.
Stone takes a sip of his drink and nods. “She’s fucking hot.”
“You guys met her?” I knew Tess was bringing her, but I was too out of my mind to notice if she did or not.
Zayn smirks. “Yeah. It’s a shame you didn’t.”
“Don’t speak too soon.” Easton nods toward the door. “Here she comes with Tess.”
I turn my head and my jaw ticks when I recognize the girl walking next to Tessa. Her brown hair is curled and rests gently against her chest. Her face lights up as her sister says something I assume was funny but couldn’t hear. She’s fucking gorgeous, and that’s an issue for me. Not only is she the girl who was standing with Grayson and Savannah last week, but I have foggy memories of talking to her last night. She’s innocent and pretentious, and was somewhere she definitely didn’t fucking belong.
Seeing her now with less drugs and alcohol in my system, the similarities between her and Tessa are obvious, and I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out last night. Still, there’s something about her. Something that makes my stomach churn, and it isn’t a welcome feeling.
“Hey douchebags,” Tess greets us. “Hope you don’t mind. I brought Laney along.”
I give her a knowing look. “Even if we did, you’d do it anyway.”