“Last one? Why can’t I make any rules?” He sticks his lower lip out like a pouting child.
“Fine. What did you have in mind?”
“You can’t sing.”
“Excuse me?” I gape at him. “I am not writing that down.”
“I heard you from outside. No offense, but you have the voice of a dying goat. The good news is you’re still a total smokeshow.” He winks, stands, and leaves me fuming in the kitchen.
“Trey Bennett, you’re the most insufferable man I’ve ever met!” I yell to his back.
He throws his head back, laughing, which causes him to wince in pain, but he covers it with a smile. “Glad we’re back, Hawkins. That shit was getting awkward.”
I let out a huff as I stand to magnet the list to the fridge. Now the voice coach question makes sense, and I was right about his smart-ass comment.
“When will you be released to ride again? I’m marking the calendar.”
He pokes his head back around the corner. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me for at least a few months. And we are going to havesomuch fun.” The way his blond hair falls over his brow and his stupid lopsided grin pulls tight with his jawline has my stomach doing flips.
I bite my cheek, hating how attracted I am to my new roommate.
This will be alongfew months.
Chapter 5
Jessie
Click.
That’s not the sound I want to hear when I turn the key in my SUV. I try three more times with the same result before tapping my head a few times on the steering wheel, cursing.
I can’t catch a fucking break.
My week couldn’t get any worse. Trey moved in two days ago, and I’ve been able to avoid him for the most part, but sharing my space with someone has been a change, to say the least. I’ve never lived with anyone but Gran.
I grab my phone and dial Kacey. It rings, but I get no answer. Same result when I try Carson, then Lainey, and lastly Cody, Kacey’s Dad and my last-ditch effort. Not a single one of them picks up. I swallow the lump in my throat like I do every time I remember what a mess my life is.
I can figure this out, I always do. I open my Uber app and try to mentally calculate how much money I have in the bank. Right as I figure out how much money Idon’thave, a call comes in fromTrey. He is the last person I want to talk to right now, but I pick up the call in case it’s an emergency. Plus, talking to him is better than the Uber app declining my card. But onlyslightlybetter.
“Please tell me you didn’t set my house on fire.”
He scoffs. “I’m hurt, not a walking catastrophe. I’m at the hardware store. What color doorknobs you want inside the house. Black, silver, or bronze?”
“You’re what?” I sputter. “You’re not buying doorknobs.”
“Either you pick or I do. The closet doorknob literally fell off in my hand.”
I cringe. I forgot it did that. “Fine, black. But it’s not coming out of your rent. I didn’t ask you to do this.”
“Bronze it is. Better be careful talking so sweet to me, or I’ll get the impression you like me.”
“I said black,” I growl.
He chuckles. “I know. I just like to irritate you.”
“And in your dreams. You’re like my least favorite person.”
“Ooh, are we the enemies-to-lovers trope? That would be so fun.” I hear him checking out at the hardware store.
