“Your neighbor? The person who lives next door to my old house, you mean?”
“It’s Claire’s place now,” Aiken stood up for me.
A marching band took up in my chest, my heart beating hard and fast.
“Listen, boys, I have to get home. Work to do and all that.” In reality, I wanted to get rid of David and be alone with Aiken.
“Workaholic, this one,” David said, as if he knew what my life wasreallylike.
“Nothing wrong with that. I have some work myself.”
Then, Aiken winked like he’d won the lottery. He took charge, taking my hand in his free hand, and said, “Nice meeting you,” before dragging me off like that hadn’t been the weirdest interaction ever. Or wildest.
“That’s your ex?” he asked when David sped by on his I’m-sure-very-expensive bike.
“Unfortunately.”
“Well, now I’m thinking no one’s ever smacked your ass quite right. What a cocksucker.”
All I could do was laugh the whole way home.
