“Oh yeah?” I cupped his chin and lifted his face. “On someone’s fist?”
He sighed.
“What happened, Gio?” I pressed.
“It wasn’t my finest hour,” he admitted.
“How about you tell me anyway?”
“I kind of snapped at Katie and made her cry, and her brother got pissed.”
“So, he hit you?”
“It was deserved,” he said.
“You can’t solve your issues with violence,” I said. “That’s really not cool.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t continue to be a dick to my friend and then apologize thinking she’s just going to keep forgiving me. That’s really the thing that’s not cool.”
I bit my lip. “That’s also very true. What does Katie say about all of this?”
“I don’t know,” he grumbled. “She’s currently not talkin’ to me.”
“Ouch.” I sat on the stool facing him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s my fault. I fucked up. I gotta own it and figure out a way to fix it.”
“Does she have a favorite spa?”
“Like, massage and shit?”
“Yeah, like massage and shit,” I parroted.
“I have no idea.”
“Can you find out?”
“Possibly,” he said.
“Then, I would find out and buy her a spa day. Maybe buy her and her best friend a spa day.”
He sat up a little straighter. “That’s a really good idea, beautiful.”
I grinned. “I know.”
“It’s probably going to take more than that, though.”
“It’s a start, right?”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s a start.”
“Okay, let’s get to work.”
“Fuck,” he breathed out. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Ever?”
