I scrolled through my missed texts, responding to one from Cali, telling her not to worry, that everything was fine and I was not a blubbering idiot like she had assumed. Continuing to check, I found one from Walker:
That kiss was amazing; I can’t wait to get you home tonight …this sneaking around thing is kinda hot…
I was startled by Mitch leaning into my ear. “Sorry Mags, I didn’t mean to see that, but what the fuck are you thinking?”
My heart sank, thankfully Mitch had the wherewithal to whisper, but I was mortified nonetheless. I was frozen, staring into his furious face.
In a huff, Mitch jumped to his feet and started for the kitchen where Walker was. I was panicked by the time I heard Mitch yell, “It hasn’t even been a fucking year yet man! What the hell?”
“Mitch, what business is it of yours? He’s not coming back. Do you want her to be alone forever?”
Everyone shot their eyes back and forth from the kitchen to me, as I sat, paralyzed on the couch. I leapt to my feet when I heard a loud crash and started to run for the guys. Walker was breathing heavily and holding himself up on the counter with blood trickling from his bottom lip; it was already started to swell. Mitch’s nostrils flared and his chest heaved his face a mangled mess of shock, pissed off with a little twinge of regret floating around. Tears were streaming down my face and I hugged onto Walker’s middle as tightly as I could. He bent down, kissing my cheek softly.
I turned and looked at Mitch with rage filled darkened eyes, I couldn’t help but lash out. “I love you Mitch, but this is your big!” I gestured to Walker and his eyes fell to the floor, defeated. “You know what he and I have been going through, can’t you just be fucking happy for us?” My face was within an inch of Mitch’s and Walker had to pull me a little to make me come back into his arms. I lost it, blubbering into Walker’s shirt.
Walker snarled at Mitch, trembling in my arms. “Look, man, this ain’t your business and making her upset sure pissed me the fuck off, so fucking apologize!”
When Mitch stood silent, Walker flew from my arms, his fist colliding with Mitch’s stomach. I started to scream at them as they grappled to the floor, rolling around and grunting at each other.
Through muffled and panting breaths, I heard Walker’s southern accent demand Mitch apologize to me, and I could hear Mitch’s husky tone grunting about being pissed off at Eva and taking it out on us.
A few of their brothers came rushing into the kitchen and pulled the flailing, drunken fighters to opposite sides of the room. I stood in the middle frantically looking from one to the other, not knowing what to do or say.
Mitch’s voice huffed into a defeated sigh, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Mags, I’m sorry, I was just shocked. That’s all, and with everything ...” He locked his wide eyes on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck angrily a few time.
I looked around to all of the bystanders as Walker came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the back of my head. No one looked mad; just sadness blanketed their faces. Everyone started to murmur amongst themselves, shrugging. One of the guys broke from the group and clapped Walker on the shoulder, smiling down at me, “We all miss Randy, but ... if you two are really together, who are we to judge?”
Mitch handed Walker a towel to sop up the blood from his busted lip. “If you hurt her, man, a fat lip won’t be your only punishment.” They both chuckled and Walker agreed he would treat me as well as I deserved, and I nodded that I would do the same for Walker.
Unknowingly, Walker and I had just solidified ourselves as a couple without even thinking it through. A slight panic came to my chest, not knowing if I was really ready for this kind of commitment. I waved away my insecurities and stress to enjoy the moment.
We all gathered back into the living room to watch the end of the game. Like we had predicted, our team fell short, never able to recover from that fumble in the first quarter. We were used to the disappointment by now, so no one seemed too upset at the loss. Walker and I said our goodbyes to everyone and made our way to his truck hand-in-hand. I was so relieved that everything went well.
Opening the door for me, Walker grinned. “Do you want to go home, take a shower, and then go out tonight?”
I smiled back at him and nodded. I was finally ready to act like a couple, why not go and celebrate my newfound happiness? This was just one more step out of the darkness of my depression that I was so glad to be taking.
17
After getting home, taking a shower and nap, the long day tailgating still weighed heavy on my mind. Even though it was a great day, the regret of how Mitch found out about Walker and I was a little rough for me to deal with. I pushed the guilt and stress from my mind once Walker’s truck turned off in the parking lot of The Saloon. I was determined to not let anything ruin this night with Walker.
Walker’s hand rested on the small of my back as we made our way to our usual spot at the back bar top of The Saloon. Even with all of the line dancing, boots stomping and music blaring, I could still hear my breathing and heartbeat quicken at the slightest touch from him. Through the dim lighting, I turned and beamed up into his light green eyes, happy we weren’t fighting anymore. Right then, I promised myself Randy would not assault my thoughts and ruin the evening again, but it was getting more painful as the smell of the bar brought back so many memories.
The dirty carpet reminded me of the first time Walker and Randy took Cali and me to The Saloon during freshman year. She and I were appalled the guys brought us to such a dump. After a few shots, Cali and I were tearing up the dance floor, making Randy and Walker teach us every line dance possible. The smile on the bartenders’ faces brought back how Randy knew every one of the veteran barkeeps. Hot red filled my cheeks at that thought; most of the people here knew Randy before he died and here I was making goo-goo eyes at his best friend. Suddenly, I felt sick.
Climbing onto the bar stool, I gestured a polite nod at a not-so-pleasant grin lurking at the other end of the bar. Cindy’s long blonde hair whipped around as she made her way, huffing to the back room. After the events of the last time we saw each other, I would have done the same thing. I smiled to myself knowing t tramp had tried to sink her claws into Walker’s flesh for the last time. The little moment of victory was incredibly sweet. I heard him chuckle next to me, obviously seeing my triumphant grin. He ordered us two Bud bottles and shots of whiskey, calling it our usual to our bartender. His hand slid into mine as I turned to face him. The dark haired bartender smiled warmly and winked at me as she placed our order in front of us; apparently she enjoyed my effect on her co-worker just as much as I did.
“To roommates.” Walker grinned at me, holding his beer up for mine to clank against.
I replied with a giggle, “To us,” and took a long swig of my beer.
Next, we quickly threw back our shots. I thought Walker was going to spit his out from laughing at the awful face I made while letting the amber liquid burn my throat.
“Come on Mags, don’t turn into a lightweight on me.” Walker knew exactly how to get my attention, and I gestured to have two more shots slammed onto the bar. We smiled at each other, saluted to a good night out, and fired the second round down. Chasing my whiskey with some beer, I popped off the stool and held my hand out for Walker. My favorite dance was starting and I was ready to do some boot scooting. Smiling, Walker grabbed my hand and led me onto the dance floor.