“You waiting for someone?” I called out.
She looked up, frowning. “Just trying to get an Uber. But the app isn’t working. Or I don’t have data or something.” She sighed, tapping on her screen with force.
“I don’t think beating the shit out of it will make it work,” I joked.
“You’re a funny guy. Has anyone ever told you that?” she countered, clearly not amused.
I walked over and took her phone from her hands.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I’ll take you home,” I offered.
Morgan scowled, holding her hand out. “I can order a damn cab.”
“And I can take you home.” I tucked her phone in my pocket.
“You’re being awfully highhanded considering we don’t even know each other.”
“But we’re old friends. The best of, remember?” I reminded her with a chuckle.
“Are you ready?” Anna appeared, looking impatient.
“We’re going to give Morgan here a lift home,” I told her.
“It’s not necessary—”
“But it is,” I interrupted her.
“You have a serious problem with letting people finish their sentences,” she spat out and Anna started laughing.
“The pretty American girl has got you pegged,” Anna chortled. “I’m Anna, Lucas’ much smarter, much better looking sister.” Then she looked at Morgan a little closer. “Wait a minute, this is the girl from that picture. I thought she looked familiar earlier.”
Morgan groaned. “God, has everyone seen those stupid articles?”
“Yes darling, everyone knows you shagged my brother in the toilet.” Anna made a face and I wanted to smack her.
“Wedid notshag in the toilet,” Morgan and I both said in unison. We glanced at each other and I gave her a small smile, which she reciprocated. Finally we were getting somewhere.
“Well whatever, but I’ve got to get home. I have hours of revising to do.” Anna was already bored.
I cupped Morgan’s elbow and turned her towards the car park. “Come on, let me drop you at home,” I said softly.
Morgan sighed. “Fine. It’s easier than listening to you nag me about it.”
Anna laughed again and I shot her a look of death.
Once we were in the car I asked Morgan for her address. Anna sat in the back, her head buried in her phone, not paying us any attention. Morgan’s place was a ten-minute drive to the other side of Chester.
“This is a nice car,” Morgan said, running her hand along the leather seats.
“Thanks, I just bought it.” The Mercedes Roadster was a splurge from my signing bonus. I fucking loved it. I had salivated over these cars since I was old enough to get wood. And now it was mine. Just because I liked to kick a ball around. Life was surreal sometimes.
“Still has that new car smell.” She crossed her legs and I couldn’t help but watch as the skirt slid up her thighs, exposing a good deal of skin. She had nice legs. Smooth skin. I quickly looked away; not wanting to pop a boner while my sister was at in the back seat.
“He’s a bitch about his car. So make sure you don’t leave foot prints on the mats,” Anna remarked.
“I’ll be careful,” Morgan smiled.
