But instead of taking the hint, he just kept going. “You have a more, ‘Students, I go home after class and play with my cat’ type ofavibe.”
“Yeah, I get it Keith. I’m a boring cat lady. As if that hasn’t been played to death in our family.” I waved him off. “What about you? How are you enjoying Mom and Dad’shouse?”
Now it was Keith’s turn to glare at me. Okay, admittedly it was a low blow. He and his girlfriend of six years had recently split, and he’d moved out of their apartment and into our parents place a little over amonthago.
“You just had to go there,didn’tyou?”
“What? I’m simply being conversational.” I feignedinnocence.
“It’s a big house, Emma.I’mfine.”
“And Sam? How’s shedoing?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Keith said curtly. “Askher.”
“So still nocommunication?”
My brother headed for the door, ignoring my questioncompletely.
“I just thought the two of you would workitout.”
“Well, you thought wrong. Sam and I aren’t together anymore. End of story.” His tone was short and snippy, but something in the way he said the words made me think he had only just recently realized what he’d lostinher.
“Okay,” I mouthed, raising my brows as I silently mocked hisattitude.
“You know the best part about not having agirlfriend?”
“What?” Leave it to Keith to find the positive in his obviousheartbreak.
“I can finally take advantage of Jake’s fame this weekend. Cool music, hot chicks, freeliquor…”
“Name-dropping your rock star brother,” Iadded.
“Of course.” He grinned. “That’s the best part. The women will be stripping off their clothes as they comerunning.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’tuh-huhme. I’m the full package: single, hot,andI live with myparents.”
“Wow, you’re going to be beatingthemoff.”
And, honestly, he probably would be. Attracting females had never been a problem for my older brother. He had a charm to him that was apparently hard toresist.
“You know I will.” He smiled, pretending to swing a bat. “You want myadvice,Em?”
“Nope.”
“Have a little fun thisweekend.”
“I said I didn’t want youradvice.”
“When was the last time you went out? Oh wait… never,” Keith said, ignoring my protest. “Do yourself a favor. Kick back this weekend. Let yourbundown.”
“Um… I don’t wear my hair upinbuns.”
“You know whatImean.”
“Actually, Idon’t.”
