Free Freeing Tuesday by Katheryn Kiden Page A

she will just follow me home, so I text Tuesday a few times to come help me. I know she’s still mad at me so I don’t get my hopes up of her saving me but I can wish right? If anyone can get me out of this it’s Tuesday. That girl scares even some of my Marine buddies.
    I down the rest of my beer and order another. Remembering how messed up I was the last time I was here with the band keeps me from ordering anything harder. Fucking Hunter. Why’d he have to go and mess with her? If he had just kept his hands to himself she wouldn’t be mad at me.
    I hadn’t planned on having more than one drink tonight but Hailey’s voice is digging into my brain and I want to drown it out. So I keep drinking and pray that Tuesday doesn’t hate me all that much and won’t beat me for texting her at eleven at night to come save my ass.
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    I know she’s here before I even see her, looking up just as she walks through the door and into the dimly lit bar. Holy shit. I don’t think I will ever get tired of seeing her walking towards me. It’s so much better than watching her walk away.
    I can’t even pinpoint what I like most about her. I could be a dick and say that it’s her tits or ass but I know I’d be lying. I love her eyes, her smile and the way that she scares the hell out of me. No woman has ever done that. They usually just fawn all over me and tell me what they think I want to hear.
    Tuesday is different. She tells it like it is. No holds barred. She’s hit me and I don’t mean a little slap across the face because I got out of line. Nope, she full out punched me in the face the night Abby and Jameson got married. Sometimes I think I can still feel the bruise she left on my eye.
    I can’t blame her though, she warned me. I kept bugging her about her being married, and her tits. Man she has some amazing tits.
    I watch as Tuesday’s eyes scan the room before finally landing on me and I can’t help the look of joy that spreads across my face. She might be mad at me but she still came to save me. How she doesn’t get that we would be good together is beyond me.
    Giving me a slight smile she waves and lets her hands drift down her sides. For the first time since she walked in I notice what she is wearing and every shitty thing I said to her last night hits me again full force. The tight black dress falls to the middle of her thighs and the only jewelry she has on is the clover necklace I never see her without.
    I can see why it took her so long to get here. Unless she was out on a date. Shit, I hope she wasn’t out with someone else.
    She strides toward me and my eyes drift to the floor where her black heels are clicking against the tile. They skim up her toned, tanned legs, over her hips and the curve of her cleavage to her slender neck and straight to her eyes.
    Her gaze burns into me, eyebrow cocked and I know she caught me checking her out.
    I give her a cocky grin and she laughs at me; letting me know that for right now, we’re ok. I know Hailey’s mouth is still running but I can barely hear it over Warrant's Cherry Pie playing and the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
    When she’s close enough I look over at Hailey, who is still talking . I don’t think I have responded to her in the past forty-five minutes, that hasn’t seemed to stop her though. Her body is facing me but she is staring at something across the room. I catch Tuesday’s eye again and she winks at me while I silently plead with her to save me.
    She teases the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and I can tell she is trying to decide on something. Her head tilts toward Hailey in question and I nod rapidly.
    Tuesday mimics the move that Hailey pulled earlier in the night, sliding herself between us. The space between the stools is small enough that my knee brushes against her pelvis and her ass brushes against Hailey’s legs as she situates herself between my thighs.
    “Hey