“You know that we all love you—”
“Knock it off, Patrick. I’m not gay.”
“Then why don’t you ever want to bring home a
woman?”
“Listen to who’s talking. I’ll remind you that
until a few months ago you were just like me.”
“At least I had fun though.”
“And what makes you think I don’t?”
“The fact that I’ve never seen you with anyone
and, like you said, you live for this place.”
Aaron sighs, mussing his hair. “I don’t even
have time to think about it. Before there was the
accident, then Rain’s rehabilitation. The pub, the
music that comes and goes, you guys causing
chaos.”
“Now it’s our fault?” I raise an eyebrow.
“If I don’t think of everything, who will?”
“You need to relax,” I say, putting my hand on
his shoulder. “Think about yourself a bit. We’re all
grown by now, Aaron.”
He nods at me, a sign that the discussion is over.
I wave at him and skip up the stairs to my woman.
Shit,my woman.
I knock on the door and open it at the same time
and the view in front of me makes me weak at the
knees.
Erin is standing near the balcony. All she’s
wearing is one of my T-shirts, one that she
mooched without asking because everything, she
says, is too tight for her and mine are more
