He takes my phone back. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Julien! Don’t you dare!”
He jumps back when I try to snatch my phone from his grasp. “Hey, man. It’s Jules. Yeah, she’s with me right now.”
Grinning, Julien mouths,He still calls youkitten? Cute.
I mouth back to him,Give me my phone.
“When are you picking her up?”
“Julien,I’m serious,” I threaten.
At the rate I’m going to murder my friends, there will be no one left in a week.
“Casual attire or something scandalously slutty?”
“Julien!” I punch him in the arm. Hard.
“Hold on. She’s getting violent.” Laughing, he jogs down the path.
He’s about to see just how violent I’m prepared to get.
Feeling like an idiot because I chase after him, as soon as I get close enough, I leap onto his back and steal my phone.
Julien’s hands lock under my butt to secure me in place as he turns around and starts back up the way we came down.
“Good god, woman. What did you eat for breakfast?”
I flick his ear with my finger to hush him. “Hey,” I say into the phone.
Fallon’s husky chuckle comes over the line, sending my already frayed nerves haywire. “Morning.”
I spur my heels into Julien’s ribcage to signal for him to put me down. He pinches my outer thigh and keeps walking with me riding piggyback.
“Julien is being impossible this morning. I hope he didn’t wake you.”
“She means irresistible,” Julien counters.
I flick the back of his head this time, and he finally sets me down. Clutching the phone to my ear, I stalk a few steps away. “Did you, uh…get some sleep last night?”
Brilliant conversational skills, I know. I’m a little rusty with this small-talk stuff.
“Not really.”
“Me neither.”
“Oh my god. Your flirting skills are the worst,” Julien obnoxiously whispers from behind me.
I whirl around to shoot him a murderous glare. “Shut. Up.”
He mimes zipping his mouth closed.
“Lunch. I’ll pick you up at noon.”
Fallon has always been maddeningly self-assured, and somehow, it only makes him harder to resist.
“Lunch sounds good. Casual or formal?”
