After he led me down the stairs, it was only a short walk to the dining room that was connected to an open kitchen with natural lighting from the tall windows that ran along most of the walls. He pulled out my stool at an all-black marble counter and I took a seat. His shirt sat comfortably above my knees. I leaned on my elbows, rested my chin on my hands, and watched him make his way around the kitchen. He started rifling through the fridge; he was all back and muscles. His wide shoulders, hair, and even his ass. Dane was fun to watch.
“Oh, you should check your phone,” he said.
There was a light tap, and I looked over my shoulder to find a young woman placing my phone on the dining room table. She dipped her head and walked out. This whole situation was still bizarre, but I didn’t want to question anything. We weren’t dating. I didn’t need to know all of his business, and he didn’t need to know mine. But who was I kidding? If he had questions for me, I’d answer them. Hopping off the stool, I rushed to the table and swiped my phone. When the screen lit up, I gasped.
“Yup,” he laughed.
“Oh my Knots,” I said under my breath. I had over 100 calls from Ami and triple the amount of text messages from her. The last message said, “I’m calling your mom if you don’t get back to me!” That was four hours ago. She wouldn’t.
“Someone named Ami was blowing up your phone.” He started placing items on the counter, his tone dry.
“She’s going to kill me,” I groaned.
“Sister?” he asked.
“Not by blood. She’s my best friend,” I explained. I hit the call button and lifted the phone to my ear. It didn’t even ring before Ami’s voice blasted through the speaker.
“Where the hell have you been?” she asked.
“Hi,” I said, wincing.
“Don’thime!” she huffed.
“Did you call mom?” I asked.
“Of course not! I had to say something to get you to message me! When you didn’t message me, I was worried you were dead,” she yelled.
“I’m definitely alive.”
“I’m glad you’re alive, but don’t do that to me again!” she shrieked.
“I’m sorry. I knocked out last night,” I whispered, shooting a look at Dane.
“Gods. Are you still there with him?”
“Yes?” I laughed, my cheeks heating up.
“I was worried you were getting chopped up and stuffed into his trunk!”
“I’m still alive and well, Ami.”
“I’m so mad at you,” she huffed.
“I know, but I love you.”
“Love you too,” she grumbled.
“So, I have to go,” I said.
“Nu-uh. Am I on speaker?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“Put me on speaker,” she said.
“Okay,” I sang, tapping the little icon immediately.
“Sarge?” she called out.
