“No,” I grumbled. “It was a good life, too. And you ruined it by picking me up.”
Vito laughed so hard that he drove off the road slightly.
He corrected, but not before he scared the daylights out of me a little bit.
“Watch the road, old man,” I grumbled. “Cody will kick your ass if you hurt me.”
“Then when Cody is done, my wife will repeat the process.” He sobered then. “If you like him, why don’t you tell him?”
I buried my face into the sweatshirt and smelled Romeo. “Because I’m fairly sure that he doesn’t like me like that. He’s only ever given me the ‘just friends’ vibe.”
“Uh-huh.” He snorted. “Men that want to be just friends don’t look at a woman leaving their house the way he did.”
Surprise lit my features. “What are you talking about?”
“He just looked like you ripped out his heart,” he informed me with a grin.
I didn’t let myself get excited at his words.
Instead, I dismissed them.
Because if he was wrong, and I tried, I would literally humiliate myself and lose a potential really good friend in the process.
That sounded awful.
I may not have known the man long, but he’d wormed his way into my heart all the same.
Seventeen
Some of us are depending heavily on our personalities, because these summer bodies aren’t working out.
—Mable to Cody
Mable
Ding-dong.
Ding-dong.
Diiiiiiingggggg-donnnnnnnggggg.
I groaned and rolled over, staring up at the stupid ceiling.
I narrowed my eyes and blinked a few times just so I could see the clock displayed on my ceiling a little more clearly.
Yep, that actually said three in the morning.
What the fuck?
The doorbell ringing started again, then the pounding.
I got out of bed and shuffled to the door, very aware that I was dressed in Romeo’s clothing still.
I’d taken a shower and had put everything right back on. Though, I did manage to wear my own panties instead of his boxer briefs.
“Open the door right now, you fucking bitch!”
Birdee.
