My eyebrows draw inward in an instant. “What?”
Lulu smiles at me, waggling her eyebrows. “You know.”
“No. I don’t.”
Lulu rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she lets out a disgusted noise from deep in her throat. “Was the kiss so good that your toes curled in your shoes?”
I blink a few times, wondering what kind of drug she’s on. “That shit doesn’t happen.”
“Uh. Yeah, it does,” Tate tells me. “Wylder totally made my toes curl.”
“That’s a woman thing.”
Lulu clears her throat and makes a funny face. “Sorry, bro. I mean, did she make your dick hard?”
I scrub my hand down my face, wondering what I did in life to deserve these two and this extreme line of questioning. “You two seriously need to get out more or find some friends.”
“That’s a yes and, also, so darn gross,” Tate says. “In my mind, my brother is more like a Ken doll. Totally androgynous.”
“Samesies,” Lulu says to Tate.
“When are you seeing her again?” Tate asks me as I swipe the newspaper from her grip.
“Tonight,” I tell her as I go back to figuring out the last word, and their line of questioning isn’t helping my concentration.
“Excellent,” Tate says. “We should double-date.”
What is it with everyone and double-dating lately? I do not ever remember a time in my life when I’ve had it brought up twice in a matter of twelve hours.
“Why?” I ask her, but I don’t hate the idea. It would take the pressure off me and let me see a different side of Iris than I’ve seen before. Tate has a way of bringing out the best in people, but also the worst.
“It would be fun. I could use a night out, and so could Wylder. I’d love to get to know my future sister-in-law.”
My eyes widen for a split second as my heart stutter-steps in my chest at the very thought of getting married. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, sis.”
“I’ll remind you that you said that the day you propose.”
“What makes you think she’s the one?” I ask her.
Tate throws her arm around my shoulders. “Because you always kiss-and-tell, and if you aren’t telling, it’s because you know there’s something there.”
“You’re reading way too much into it.”
“We’ll see,” she tells me. “You said you wanted to settle down, and then boom, a beautiful and available woman lands in your lap.”
“It’s like you ordered her straight from heaven,” Lulu says in a dreamy voice.
“Don’t you two have things to do?” I ask.
“I’m off today,” Lulu tells me. “I thought I’d come here and reorganize the stock room.”
“Clearly, you’re normal,” I tease her. “That’s everyone’s dream on their day off from their job.”
“Babe, come organize my stock room across the street. It’s a mess.”
“I can do both,” Lulu tells Tate.
“Totally normal,” I mumble.
