She lives in a small one-bedroom house down the road from the garage. It’s not much from the outside—a white fence and a little yellow house. There’s not even a porch, just a stoop. The inside’s nice though. She’s spent a lot of time remodeling—hardwood floors and gray walls. When I hop off my bike and jog up the stairs, she’s already holding the door open.
“Hey, asshole,” she coos in a Southern drawl.
She steps out of the way and shuts the door behind me. “I thought maybe you decided not to come tonight.”
Kicking off my shoes, I say, “It was just a long day.”
She wraps her arms around me and tilts her head back, her fiery ponytail sways to one side. “I can fix that.”
Yes, please.
My eyes drop to the tiny white top that her tits are straining to spill out of.“That’s not what you wore to work…”
With a sly laugh, she pulls away from me and walks to the kitchen.
Fucking tease.
“You hungry?” she asks.
“Always.”
Following her, I throw my shit down on the white countertop in the tiny eat-in kitchen. She insisted on whitebecause she watches all those home renovation shows where they put white countertops in every house. I know because she turns them on when she’s trying to hint at me to go home.
“Want a beer?” She pulls two from the fridge without waiting for my response.
After handing them to me, she pulls two plates from a cabinet, scoops lasagna on each, and takes them to the table.
“What’d Shane do this time? I heard Nik yelling at him earlier.”
I shrug, taking my place as she slides into the chair across from me. “Who knows? He’s a pain in the ass.”
Lily’s one hell of a cook, and I think she’s convinced I’m a manchild that can’t take care of myself, so she insists on feeding me a few nights a week. It’s a weird arrangement, but it works for us. It keeps us both from being alone, and she’s one of the only people I can actually relax around.
We eat in silence, but she keeps eyeing me like she wants to say something.
When I’m almost done, I ask, “What?”
Smirking, she lifts a brow. “Is she back?”
“Who?”
She narrows her eyes and points her fork at me. “You know who. Don’t play dumb with me.”
With an exasperated exhale, I grumble, “Yeah. I think she’s here to sell their gran’s house.”
She makes that face. The one I fucking hate. The one that says,I know where this is goingorI know what you’re thinkingorI know you’re about to do something stupid.
I already did the last one by showing up at Ash’s house.
I cross my arms over my chest and lean my chair back on two legs. “Don’t do that.”
Her brows lift. “Do what?”
“You know what. That was forever ago. I don’t give a shit if she’s back or not.”
“If you say so.” She shoves a bite of food into her mouth, her teeth scraping against the fork when she pulls it out.
As I put the other two legs back on the ground, I shake my head. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
