I raise my eyebrows.
“I didn’t know he’d be home,” Harrison defends. Then he looks at me. “She drove me back from the mechanic.”
“Ah, finally gave in on the truck?”
He purses his lips.
“Time for the TV,” Delilah pushes her brother. “I still have work to do today, unlike you two.”
Harrison chuckles, but a vibration from his pocket stops him in his tracks. He pulls out his phone, glancing down at it. “It’s the mechanic,” he says. He answers with a professional hello that quickly turns a bit more casual and—flirty? I cock my head at him, catching Delilah rolling her eyes.
Then he heads toward the small balcony of our apartment, sliding the glass door open.
“Where are you—?” Delilah starts before he slides the door shut, turning around and leaning against the balcony railing.
Silence settles over the room as she stares at Harrison’s back through the glass door and I stare at Delilah. Then, she turns to me with a grimace. “Whether this callactuallyhas anything to do with his truck or not, I’m going to assume he’ll be a while,” she mutters.
My eyebrows raise further.
“He was flirting with the receptionist at the auto shop,” she clarifies.
I nod. “Well, I figured he probably wasn’t flirting with Luthor.”
She smiles at that, and Delilah’s always had one of those adorable smiles. The ones with dimples. Ever since she was a kid.
She huffs and crosses her arms.
“You here for anything other than just dropping Harrison off?” I ask. It’s not wholly unusual for her to be around. She just seems rather … expectant.
She purses her lips. “Harrison was finally going to help me get that old TV of his over to my apartment. Payment for driving him to the mechanic.”
“Seems fair,” I agree. And I know what TV he’s talking about. It’s one of those small ones he recently just upgraded for one with better gaming optics. “I think it’s in his room if you want me to help you get it out to the car,” I offer.
Delilah seems to consider this for a moment before replying, “He was also going to help me get it in my apartment on the other end.”
“Ah.” I fiddle with my Tupperware of spaghetti, then I shrug. “I could follow you over in my truck.”
She’s shaking her head, her shoulder-length brown curls bouncing, before I’m even done with my sentence. “You don’t have to do that,” she says. “It’s your day off.”
“Technically, this is a bit of a bonushalf-day,” I press. “Besides, I’ve got nothing else to do.” And it’s true. I’d planned on working today and therefore have no afternoon or even evening plans. I’d probably just end up vegging out on the couch watching TV. Helping Harrison’s little sister seems like a better use of my time.
The matter settled in my mind, I toss the Tupperware back into the fridge and head toward Harrison’s bedroom. I throw a glance out to the balcony on my way; Harrison is leaning over the railing, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Yeah, he’s not budging anytime soon.
“Are you sure?” Delilah’s voice wafts after me, the kind of tone that’s socially placating yet I can tell she’s grateful.
“Don’t worry about it,” I toss over my shoulder, striding into Harrison’s room. As usual, it’s a pigsty. Although I probably can’t say my room is much better. I glance around, zeroing in on the old TV in a box in the corner.
Delilah comes up beside me.
“That one?” I point.
She nods. “Pretty sure.”
I cross the room, heaving the box into my arms, glancing down to double check that the cables and remote are thrown in as well. It isn’t all that heavy of a TV—most are pretty light these days. But I can see how it would be a bit of an awkward handle for someone of Delilah’s size. I’ve heard her refer to herself as “fun size” before, and while I wouldn’t say it to her face, I kind of agree.
“Thank you, good sir,” Delilah says with a dramatic arm flourish, directing me to the door.
I chuckle. “Dork.”
