She pokes my ribs gently. “You know that if I could go back in time and murder Neil before you started dating, I would, right?”
Rolling my head to the side, I look her square in the eye and say, “I have no doubt.”
“You’d have to strip down to your underwear and pose for another calendar to get my bail money.”
I chuckle under my breath and wave at my body. “Nobody wants to see this.”
A sly look overtakes her expression. “Reid does.”
“Well, Reid isn’t all there, then.” I tap my temple in emphasis.
“Or he is, and you’re just being a bitch to yourself. You do realize that you’re the only one who sees your weight, right?”
“And Neil,” I correct.
“Neil’s a pussy.”
I grin at her. “A total douche. Couldn’t even find a clit if my pubic hair was in the shape of an arrow.”
She cringes. “That takes a ‘special’ kind of man not to find it.”
“Oh, he’s special all right.”
“Reid would give him a run for his money. Hell, he already has.”
I sigh. “Whose side are you on here? Mine or Reid’s?”
“Team Reid, obviously.”
I flop an arm over my eyes. “Wonderful.”
She digs her toes into my thigh. “You know I’m always on your side, but sometimes, I have to point out the obvious and tell you when you’re being ridiculous. This is one of those times. Give the poor man your number.”
“Nope,” I answer behind my arm.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” she whispers. “I swear to God, if I die before I see you two get together, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
I chuckle under my breath and remove my arm from my face. “And if we never get together?”
She juts her chin. “Then I’ll possess you.”
“That’s not creepy at all.”
“I’ll possess you and then force you to date Reid.”
I raise my eyebrows at her. “You have this all planned out, don’t you?”
“If it was possible to come back to life, I would have already done it by now.”
I sigh. “I’ll think about giving him my number.” Because I know she’ll hound me until I do. I like him. More than like him. He wasn’t wrong when he said he knew I was interested. I’m just not at the number-giving phase yet. And to be honest, I’m enjoying the chase. I’m enjoying that he’s working so hard to get me to give in to him. I just want to make sure it’s not because he just wants to catch me instead of keep me. I’m not a small fish. There’s no catch-and-release here. The next guy I date, I want to be sure I’m a keeper. You know, without the flaying part.
“That’s all I ask.”
I sit up and set my notes aside. “Am I to assume that I’ve killed the studying mood?”
“What did you have in mind?” she asks with a mischievous grin. “A party?”
“What? No!” Jesus, this apartment is my safe place. The last thing I want is a bunch of frat boys and girls with too-small dresses spilling beer on my walls and dry humping all over my couch.
