“Two Sweet Subs for the two hottest people here.”
“Sweet Subs?” I choke out, looking over at Lucas.
“Thought you’d like that.”
I shake my head.
“Thanks, Rogue.”
“Anytime, Tank.” After a wink, they turn and sashay away, a little extra sway in their hips.
“Rogue’s flirting with you,” I tell him.
“Definitely.”
“Never flirts with me,” I muse.
“Wonder why.”
I accept my glass from Lucas, move to take a sip of the orange foam on top, and stop when he says, “Wait, wait, wait. I’ve got something to say.”
“Ah, hell.”
“No. Seriously. Listen.”
I settle back onto my stool.
“You’re a dick, Grant.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay. You know what? I didn’t come here for—”
“But you’remydick. And I take care of what’s mine.”
“You’ve got to be kid—”
“As the only guy here who’s stronger, smarter,andbetter looking than you—with a bigger penis—I feel that it’s my obligation to tell you…”
“Mm-hm.”
“You’ve got to top this woman.”
“Come on. Are you—?”
“Denying yourself is making you miserable. And a miserable Grant is a sad sight to see.”
“I’m not miserable.”
“You’re so miserable it’s like you’ve turned into the Upside Down version of yourself.”
“What?”
“Stranger Things? I know Harlow made you watch it. Remember the bad place? That’s you. Like there’s a good Grant, and there’s a messed-up Grant, and you’ve transformed.”
“You’re saying I’ve gone to the dark side.”
“Except not sexy.”
“Is the dark side ever sexy?”
