Before I can argue, hedisappears.
I begin assembling everything I need for hot cocoa. My store-bought mix is going to pale in comparison to the rich, chocolatey goodness we were treated to at McGregor’s tree farm, but it’s more about the thought, right? As the kettle is boiling on the stove, I check my phone.
Anton texted the group with Del, Poe, and me … because of course he’s going to make a big deal about me leaving Mood Reader with Lu in front of my closest friends.
Anton
How’s your date, TJ?
I guess I should clarify … the one with Lucy Dupree??
Del
Dude! Since when?!
Anton
Since he ditched his lunch date to come and see Lucy in Cashmere Cove. The two of them left together hours ago.
Del
I can’t believe you’re holding out on us, Teej.
Poe
I’m all for this if it means you’ll stop hanging around with jersey chasers.
Anton
Ditto.
Del
I third that. Don’t leave us hanging. What’s going on?
Anton
They’re probably too busy making out for TJ to respond.
Poe
I’d put money on that.
Del
I would too.
Anton
He’s been obsessed with her since that first night at the gala. I’m waiting for him to see it for himself.
Poe
I have faith, but it’s TJ, so we might have to give it some time—he’s not the sharpest crayon in the box.
Del
Ohhhh, sick burn. TJ, where are you to defend yourself?
