Layton sat back and stared at me. “You’re right. I didn’t want to know.”

I gave him a look and said, “I told you. And you can’t tell Whitley.”

Then, the bastard started laughing. “Dude, she has you wrapped around her finger.”

Wait, what? “What? No, she doesn’t,” I said.

He tilted his head and lifted his eyebrows. “Hmm…yeah, she does. She talked you into having sex in a club.”

I sat back and took it all in. Then, I smiled at Layton. “It was hot as fuck though, I’ll tell ya that.”

Layton snarled his lip and grabbed his water. “Don’t need the visual, thank you very much.” He took a drink and looked around. “I bet it was though. Whitley was driving me fucking crazy with the way she was dancing.”

I let out a chuckle. “Just don’t tell Whitley.”

Layton nodded his head as Whitley said, “Don’t tell Whitley what?”

Both Layton and I snapped our heads up. One look at Courtney’s face, and I knew I was in trouble.

I think I see our first fight as a married couple coming on.

“Reed! You didn’t tell him, did you?” Courtney gasped.

“Um…” I looked at Layton for a little bit of help.

He just sat there, smiling.

Oh, you bastard. You wait.

Whitley sat down next to Layton and looked around. “What’s going on?”

Courtney sat down, and she glared at me and then Layton. For a second there, I was pretty sure I saw fear in Layton’s eyes.

“Hello? Will someone tell me what in the hell is going on that I don’t know about?”

“Reed and Court here…”

I pointed at Layton. “Don’t do it, Layton. We’re best friends. We share a common bond. Dude, really?”

Layton looked at Whitley, who shot him an innocent, sweet smile.

“Don’t look at her smile! Don’t look into her eyes!” I shouted.

Courtney hit me on the shoulder and whispered, “I can’t believe you told him! He’s going to tell her first before I get the chance to rub it in!”

Rub it in? My mouth dropped open. “You used me? You used me to get back at Whitley. I feel so…so dirty now.” I stared at her in shock.

She looked at me and smiled. “No, I didn’t use you, not really. I mean…pesh…please. You enjoyed it.”

“Someone tell me what in the hell we are talking about,” Whitley said as she slammed her hand down on the table.

Layton was just about to tell Whitley when he yelled out, “Ouch! What the fuck? You kicked me, Courtney?”

She put both hands on the table and looked at Layton. “Listen here, cowboy. I warned you…don’t mess with me. You will not take this away from me. You got that?”

Layton shut his mouth and held up both hands.

Courtney turned and looked at Whitley. “So, missy, sex in Layton’s truck, huh?”

Whitley’s eyes widened. “Did you see us?”

Courtney was stunned for a second as was I.

Then, Court tilted her head and asked, “How many times have y’all had sex in Layton’s truck?”

Whitley’s face turned red. “Um…” She shrugged her shoulders and said, “I don’t know. Four maybe?”

“Four? Where? Besides the first time when Reed caught y’all in the dirty little act, and you never told me about it.”

I placed my head in my hands and mumbled, “Oh, this is not going to turn out well for me. I just know it.”

“I’m waiting, Mrs. Morris,” Court said as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest.

“I never told you about that? Are you sure? I’m positive I did,” Whitley said.

“The other three, please,” Courtney said as she snapped her head over at Layton, who quickly looked away.

Whitley leaned over the table and said, “Court. Really? Can we talk about this maybe another time?” She jerked her head over toward me and made a face.

Courtney shook her head as she continued to stare at Whitley.

“Fine. The second time was in the parking lot of a movie theater, the third was on the side of the highway after I picked Layton up at the airport, and the fourth time was in the ranch truck as we were making rounds around the ranch.”

I shot my head up and looked at Layton. “Really? In the ranch truck, Layton? I’m never gonna be able to drive or sit in that truck again.”

Layton started laughing as I sat there, shaking my head.

Courtney leaned forward. “You never told me about all those times. How could you? I’m your best friend! I told you about me and Reed having sex in Layton’s pool while y’all were getting the food ready for the cookout two weeks ago.”

Shit.

“What in the fuck? You had sex in my pool, dude? While I was home? That is so beyond messed-up,” Layton said as he pointed at me.

At this point, I chose to stay silent. I had a feeling this train was about to wreck at any moment.

“Courtney, does it really matter? And can you keep your voice down, please?” Whitley said as she looked around.

“Well, Reed and I had sex in the dance club tonight,” Courtney spit out.

Yep, train derailing now. I slid farther down in my seat as I looked around.

“What? How? My God! Where in the club?” Whitley’s hands went up to her mouth as she let out a gasp. “Is that where y’all disappeared to? You were having sex?”

Courtney leaned back and smiled as she nodded her head. “Yep,” she said as she popped her P.

Whitley’s eyes got big as she moved in closer and whispered, “Oh my God…was it hot? Oh, I bet it was hot as hell.”

“What?” Layton and I both said at once.

Courtney giggled. “Oh, you have no idea how hot it was.”

I looked back and forth between each of them.

“Did anyone see?” Whitley asked with a giggle.

“Wait, what?” Layton said as he looked at me.

I shrugged.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I screamed like all get-out, too!” Court said.

Layton slammed his hands over his ears. “Stop! Oh, for the love of all things. Stop!”

Whitley looked at Layton and pulled his hands down. “Oh, stop it.”

Layton pointed at me while I was still sitting there in a state of shock from Court screaming out that we’d just had sex…in the club. Then, he pointed at Courtney.

“I don’t want to picture them doing it against the wall in the dance club tonight. Change of conversation,” he said.