“What happened? Macey started calling Bryce’s name and telling him it was time to go. I thought she was going to bite his head off when he asked for another minute.”
Sighing, I glanced out toward the parking lot. Bryce waved to me as he got into the car.
“Macey seemed to think I was going to help her like I was going to help her son.”
Jeff lost it laughing. “I fucking knew it. What in the hell, man? What did you tell her? I mean, she is hot, young, and has a rocking body.”
“I told her no! Christ, Jeff. I’m not sleeping with a parent from the Little League team I coach. It’s bad enough they all eye fuck the hell out of me. Now there’s a rumor going around that one of them started about me, and that’s how Macey got the wrong idea.”
“Let me guess, you slept with a mom.”
“You guessed it. Hopefully Macey will get it straightened out; otherwise, I won’t be coaching anymore.”
Shaking his head, Jeff and I headed to our trucks. He said, “What’s in the water lately? I don’t know if more women are coming on to me or if I’m just getting sick of the game.”
I nodded in agreement. “I’m right there with you. I think it’s the latter to be honest. I’m tired of this whole dating bullshit.”
Jeff stopped at his truck first. “Yeah. Tell me about it.” Laughing, he added, “You could always give Macey Josh’s number.”
This time I did laugh along with him. “Yeah, he’d take care of what she wanted, no doubt.”
“I guess I’ll meet ya back at the house. I’ve got a few errands to run, and then I’ll be heading that way. You want to call up Josh and Brad and see if they want to hit the town tonight? I feel like I could stand to get drunk.”
I knew that was exactly what I needed. A good night out on the town. Maybe a little harmless flirting while dancing . . . that might get this dark cloud over my head to leave.
“Sounds good to me. I’ll give those guys a call and tell them to meet us at our place.”
Hitting the top of his truck, Jeff smiled. “Sounds like a plan. See ya around.”
“See ya.”
After getting into my truck, I let out the frustrated groan I’d been holding in since the whole Macey incident.
A night out on the town was long overdue, and I was going to make damn sure I didn’t pull the designated driver straw tonight.
Josh held up the shortest straw and cursed. “Motherfucker. It figures I’d be the one to draw it.”
“Thank fuck. I need a good night of getting hammered,” Brad stated as he grabbed his cowboy hat and headed toward our front door.
“Your dad hounding you again?” Jeff asked.
“When the hell isn’t he?” Brad answered.
Josh slapped him on the back. “Pile into the Dodge, gentlemen. Since I can’t drink tonight, I plan on at least picking up a girl to ease the pain.”
Jeff laughed. “Give him Macey’s number, Gunner.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Who is this Macey you speak of?” Josh asked, his interest piqued.
“A mom from the Little League team I coach, and she’s off-limits. You’ll find plenty of opportunities to hook up with someone tonight, Josh.”
Brad chuckled. “Josh could walk into a room full of nuns, and they would all be ripping off their habits and lining up with their dresses gathered around their hips.”
We all laughed.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I fucked that one girl . . . damn, what was her name? She was wanting to be a nun,” Josh said.