“Why would you be lying?”
“Well, you know,” he says cockily. “I usually end up with women’s numbers.”
I scoff.
“You think I’m kidding?” he asks. “I don’t know who ninety percent of the people are in my phone.”
I believe that wholeheartedly.
“You don’t have mine,” I say. “That says something.”
“I don’t have yours because you’re …you.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, trying not to be offended.
“You’remy friend. I’m not trying to hook up with you.”
“Should I take that personally? According to your brother, you try to hook up with everyone.”
He chuckles. “Well, according to my brother, I’m not allowed to try to hook up with you.”
Gavin holds my gaze, letting that sink in.
Chase has banned Gavin from trying to hook up with me? What the fuck?
“Not that I want to hook up with you,” I say, making that clear. “But why does Chase give a shit about who I hook up with?”
Gavin gasps. “You wouldn’t hook up with me?”
“Gavin.”
“What’s wrong with me?” He looks hurt. “And don’t say I’m not your type because I’m everyone’s type.”
I burst out laughing.
“You’re killing me here, Megs.”
“If we were in another time and place, I’d totally consider you doable,” I say. “You’re cute.”
“Cute? Kill me now.”
I continue to laugh. “Stop it, Gav.”
Tucker walks by the table. “I think you’re cute, Gavin.”
“Fuck off, Tucker.”
He walks away, his belly bouncing as he chuckles.
“Fine.” He sits up and straightens his shirt. “I’m still offended, but I’ll let it slide.”
“Thanks. Now, why does Chase care?”
Gavin’s antics stop, and a coyness creeps across his features. I’m not sure if that’s better or worse for me.
My heart beats faster the longer Gavin goes without talking. He becomes more smug. More arrogant. More entertained by this line of conversation. And while that worries me, I can’t back out now becauseI want to know the answer.
I’m well aware that Chase is attracted to me. He’s outright admitted it. But he’s also been clear that it doesn’t matter and has maintained a distance between us like it’s his job. Ensuring that nothing happens between us.
