Needing Her
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I looked Sam right in the eye and told him the truth. “I hope to soon.”
He cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of the new beer that had just been placed in front of him. “Really?”
Dakota snorted. “We obviously need to get you a beer if you’re starting to talk about settling down. Everyone knows that’s not about to happen.” He caught the waitress’s eye and pointed toward me.
“I don’t want a drink.”
“What?” all three said at once.
“You feelin’ okay?” Dylan asked.
“I’m fine, but uh . . . I.” Shit. “I need to talk to you three about something.”
None of them said anything; they all just sat there staring at me. When the waitress walked over, Dakota waved her away without taking his eyes off me.
Sitting down, I tried to figure out the best way to say it, but in the end, it still came out all kinds of f**ked up. “I want your . . . I’m . . . I plan to marry Maci one day.”
They were still sitting there staring, but now none of them were blinking or moving. It was f**king terrifying. I rushed to get the rest out.
“I’m not going to ask your permission to date her, because we’re already together. And I’m not asking her to marry me anytime soon because our relationship is still raw; but I needed you to know how serious I am about us. She’s not just some girl; I know she’s it for me. I’m not going to hide us.”
Dylan burst out laughing, cutting off when he realized no one else had joined in with him.
“This better be a f**king joke,” Dakota sneered, his face slowly turning red.
“What? No,” Dylan said, shaking his head. “No way. Not Connor and Mini. Of course he’s joking.”
I quickly glanced in Sam’s direction; he was scowling at me but didn’t look like he was ready to kill me, like Kota did.
“How long has this been going on?” Sam asked.
“A few weeks.”
“A few”—Dakota slammed his hand down on the table—“a few f**king weeks? Are you shitting me?”
“No, listen—”
“No you listen. How many times have we seen or talked to you since this started happening, and you didn’t say anything?”
“I’m sorry, you have every right to be pissed about that. I should have told you right away.”
Sam still wasn’t talking; he was now studying me. And now I was wondering if he was figuring out the most painful way to kill me. Dylan was sitting there, blinking rapidly, as if he was trying to come out of a daze.
“Krista!” Dakota barked at the waitress, and lifted his empty glass before looking back at me. “Did you tell Maci you were going to talk to us?” When I shook my head, he nodded, scratched at his jaw roughly, and then dropped his head to look at the table. “You’re not going to tell her you talked to us. You’re gonna break up with her, and we’re gonna forget this shit ever happened.”
“No. I’m not leaving her.”
Dakota’s head shot up, and he stared in Sam’s direction for a few seconds before turning to look at me. His gray eyes narrowed. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have asked, Connor. I would have just made sure they never wanted to even think about her again. You’re my best friend, but you have five seconds to change your mind before we change it for you.”
I shrugged sadly and ran my hand through my hair roughly. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m not changing my mind.”
Dakota was out of his chair and lunging across the table so fast, I didn’t have time to register his fist coming at me until I was already falling out of my chair.
“Stay the f**k away from Maci!”
I stood and worked my jaw a few times before spitting blood on the ground. A few of the bigger workers had surrounded us by then, so I held up a hand.
“We’re fine. Just a misunderstanding. It’s over.”
We knew them all well; we’d been coming to this bar since we could legally drink. So after a few warnings, they walked away and we all sat back down.
“Connor, you will—”
“No, Dakota. I won’t. You got your hit in, hopefully that’s enough for the three of you for now. But I’m not going to leave Maci. I told you, I didn’t come to ask your permission, I just wanted you to know. You can’t keep doing this to her, you’ve been scaring her from having relationships, and you’ve been keeping guys away from her. She’s twenty-three, she’s an adult, you need to let her have her life.”
“Fuck you, Green!”
“I agree with Connor,” Sam said, surprising the hell out of us. “At least it’s someone we all know and can trust her with.”
Dakota leaned over the table toward Sam, but pointed at me. “He’s not good enough for her!”
I threw my arms out to the side before letting the drop. “I’m your best friend! If I’m not, then who is? No one will ever be good enough for your sister. That’s how I felt with Amy, but I couldn’t stop her from getting married!”
“Kota’s right,” Dylan said softly. He wasn’t looking at any of us, he just sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, but he looked sad. “I’m sorry, Connor, but I can’t let you date my sister . . . let alone marry her.”
“I hope this shows you how much she means to me. I’m willing to risk eighteen years of friendship because I don’t give a f**k what either of you are saying. I’m not leaving her.” I stood, and everything in my body froze when Dylan spoke again.
He cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of the new beer that had just been placed in front of him. “Really?”
Dakota snorted. “We obviously need to get you a beer if you’re starting to talk about settling down. Everyone knows that’s not about to happen.” He caught the waitress’s eye and pointed toward me.
“I don’t want a drink.”
“What?” all three said at once.
“You feelin’ okay?” Dylan asked.
“I’m fine, but uh . . . I.” Shit. “I need to talk to you three about something.”
None of them said anything; they all just sat there staring at me. When the waitress walked over, Dakota waved her away without taking his eyes off me.
Sitting down, I tried to figure out the best way to say it, but in the end, it still came out all kinds of f**ked up. “I want your . . . I’m . . . I plan to marry Maci one day.”
They were still sitting there staring, but now none of them were blinking or moving. It was f**king terrifying. I rushed to get the rest out.
“I’m not going to ask your permission to date her, because we’re already together. And I’m not asking her to marry me anytime soon because our relationship is still raw; but I needed you to know how serious I am about us. She’s not just some girl; I know she’s it for me. I’m not going to hide us.”
Dylan burst out laughing, cutting off when he realized no one else had joined in with him.
“This better be a f**king joke,” Dakota sneered, his face slowly turning red.
“What? No,” Dylan said, shaking his head. “No way. Not Connor and Mini. Of course he’s joking.”
I quickly glanced in Sam’s direction; he was scowling at me but didn’t look like he was ready to kill me, like Kota did.
“How long has this been going on?” Sam asked.
“A few weeks.”
“A few”—Dakota slammed his hand down on the table—“a few f**king weeks? Are you shitting me?”
“No, listen—”
“No you listen. How many times have we seen or talked to you since this started happening, and you didn’t say anything?”
“I’m sorry, you have every right to be pissed about that. I should have told you right away.”
Sam still wasn’t talking; he was now studying me. And now I was wondering if he was figuring out the most painful way to kill me. Dylan was sitting there, blinking rapidly, as if he was trying to come out of a daze.
“Krista!” Dakota barked at the waitress, and lifted his empty glass before looking back at me. “Did you tell Maci you were going to talk to us?” When I shook my head, he nodded, scratched at his jaw roughly, and then dropped his head to look at the table. “You’re not going to tell her you talked to us. You’re gonna break up with her, and we’re gonna forget this shit ever happened.”
“No. I’m not leaving her.”
Dakota’s head shot up, and he stared in Sam’s direction for a few seconds before turning to look at me. His gray eyes narrowed. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have asked, Connor. I would have just made sure they never wanted to even think about her again. You’re my best friend, but you have five seconds to change your mind before we change it for you.”
I shrugged sadly and ran my hand through my hair roughly. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but I’m not changing my mind.”
Dakota was out of his chair and lunging across the table so fast, I didn’t have time to register his fist coming at me until I was already falling out of my chair.
“Stay the f**k away from Maci!”
I stood and worked my jaw a few times before spitting blood on the ground. A few of the bigger workers had surrounded us by then, so I held up a hand.
“We’re fine. Just a misunderstanding. It’s over.”
We knew them all well; we’d been coming to this bar since we could legally drink. So after a few warnings, they walked away and we all sat back down.
“Connor, you will—”
“No, Dakota. I won’t. You got your hit in, hopefully that’s enough for the three of you for now. But I’m not going to leave Maci. I told you, I didn’t come to ask your permission, I just wanted you to know. You can’t keep doing this to her, you’ve been scaring her from having relationships, and you’ve been keeping guys away from her. She’s twenty-three, she’s an adult, you need to let her have her life.”
“Fuck you, Green!”
“I agree with Connor,” Sam said, surprising the hell out of us. “At least it’s someone we all know and can trust her with.”
Dakota leaned over the table toward Sam, but pointed at me. “He’s not good enough for her!”
I threw my arms out to the side before letting the drop. “I’m your best friend! If I’m not, then who is? No one will ever be good enough for your sister. That’s how I felt with Amy, but I couldn’t stop her from getting married!”
“Kota’s right,” Dylan said softly. He wasn’t looking at any of us, he just sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, but he looked sad. “I’m sorry, Connor, but I can’t let you date my sister . . . let alone marry her.”
“I hope this shows you how much she means to me. I’m willing to risk eighteen years of friendship because I don’t give a f**k what either of you are saying. I’m not leaving her.” I stood, and everything in my body froze when Dylan spoke again.
