LaMontagne. Yeah, my buddy is quite the romantic. Despite the fact that his terrible voice and off-key singing leaves a lot to be desired, Trent’s big romantic gesture managed to sweep Ellen right off her feet. They’ve been together ever since.
“What is it with this woman that has you reducing yourself to scheming for her affection?”
His inquiry has me racking my brain for a specific reason or a definitive response. “I have no idea, but I’m going to find out.”
“Well…” Trent hesitates for a moment before lifting his glass and saying, “Here’s to helping you find out.” We clink glasses, solidifying his willingness to join in on my cunning plans to get on Amy’s good side.
The waitress interrupts our conversation when she places our plates of food in front of us and flirtatiously asks if there is anything else we need. Once she leaves our table, I’m left with one of the most delicious sandwiches known to man. I’m also left with a head full of scattered thoughts that are all wrapped up in one woman— Amy .
Maybe it’s just the fact that she’s a challenge that has me so fascinated?
I let that question roll around in my brain for a few moments and then send it back where it came from. I know Amy is a challenge. She’s a puzzle, an absolute conundrum of questions. She is feisty and sarcastic, strong and beautiful. Amy has a tender side that I’ve witnessed on more than one occasion in the emergency room when she didn’t think anyone was watching. And for some crazy fucking reason, I find myself wanting to be on the receiving end of that tenderness.
Cheers to gaining Amy’s friendship, the fact that I’m now a total pussy, and the hope that I come out of this scenario with my balls still intact.
Chapter Six
“If he’s at least twenty, sexy, and has a cock that can thrust,
then I say let the boy stick it in your honey pot.”- Amy
“All right, spit it out. Give me all of the dirty details about Ryder?”
Lizzy is sitting on the edge of my bathtub, chatting with me while I get ready for work. Her face flushes crimson as she looks down at her bare, perfectly manicured toes. She tucks her auburn hair behind her ear. “W-what…what do you mean, dirty details? There are no dirty details. Ryder is my trainer.”
I cough out a laugh as I throw my hair up into a bun. I look at Lizzy through the bathroom mirror. “ Oh, come on. You don’t have to act like you don’t realize how ridiculously hot he is. Just admit it. You’re digging Ryder!”
“Oh my god! He’s twenty-four. I’m thirty-four. For one, I’m far too old for him. And two, I’m still technically married.” Her stiff demeanor and worked-up expression help prove one thing—I’m one hundred percent right about her attraction towards that sexy piece of muscly man meat.
“I think you should take advantage of this very cougar-esque situation. Can you even imagine the kinds of things you could teach him? I’m picturing a whole lot of scenarios, and the majority of them include Ryder giving you some serious face-time. His-face-all-up-in-your-snatch kind of face-time. Plus, I know you’re technically still married, but you’re actually in the process of a divorce.”
Her eyes immediately meet mine and I see a wealth of emotions in her hesitant expression.
“Has something changed with Matt that you’re not telling me about?” I ask with uncertainty.
Lizzy made her way to Ellen’s and my doorstep a few months back. She traveled all of the way from Louisville to escape the melancholy life she had been leading with her husband. And by some crazy circumstance, she made the decision to put herself first, which meant becoming a permanent fixture in Charlotte. Things have not been easy for her. They’ve been difficult and heart-wrenching and completely miserable at times. But she’s working through it. She’s finding the woman she lost after she became Mrs. Matt Montgomery III. I honestly couldn’t