Chapter 7
This is a No-Fly Zone
The rest of career day went off without a hitch because I successfully avoided Blake the entire time. After breaking everything down and spending more time than I would have liked to cleaning up after everyone, it was finally happy hour.
I was the first one at the table, and Waylon greeted me with my pink drink gorgeously poured into a martini glass.
“So was I right?” he asked without even saying hello first.
I sucked in a sharp breath while nodding.
“I knew it.” He pulled out the seat across from me. “Are you going to go out with him?”
I furrowed my brow as I took the first, much-needed sip from my beverage. “Hell no.” I didn’t even have to think about my response.
“Well, I think you’re insane, Caroline.” Waylon wasn’t one to sugarcoat anything. “And please don’t hate me.”
I cocked my head to the side, blinking at my friend’s fiancé, someone who had quickly turned into one of my besties since day one. “Why would I hate you?”
Waylon got up from his seat while pointing toward the door to his bar.
I gasped as Blake started to make his way over to me holding a pink rose in one hand.
I glared at Waylon. “You didn’t.” I glared at Waylon.
“It’s one drink, Caroline. It isn’t going to kill you,” he whispered in my ear before scurrying away.
Black looked completely out of place in our watering hole with his fancy suit and tie.
As he took a seat, I held up one finger. “I need a second.”
“Take your time.”
I dug my cell out of my purse to send a text to the Happy Hour Club’s group message.
Me: Were you all in on this?
Sawyer: It’s for your own good, sweetie. We could all see how much you liked him right away.
Harper: Even I could feel the sexual tension in your classroom the moment I walked in on you two arguing.
Annabelle: Don’t blame us. This one is all on Waylon and Rhett—not that we protested too hard.
Harper: We’re all out on the patio sending moral support through the wall if that helps.
Me: I cannot believe you guys are letting me sit in here by myself with the douche nozzle of the year.
Sawyer: You wouldn’t hate him so much if you weren’t in love with him.
Me: Love is a VERY strong word.
Annabelle: But you’re not denying it.
Harper: Now get off your damn phone and give him one last chance. If you have a terrible time, we all promise to leave it alone.
Sawyer: Ellis, Shirley, Rhett, and Trace all agree to drop it as well.
Me: Fuck, they are all with you guys?