Lewis grins. “Oh, I’d say so, Donny. Big-time!”
“She’s just a girl who needs a place to crash while she figures stuff out,” Donovan says.
“I’m not sharing my place,” I snap. “No way!”
“Jeez—maybe relax a little?” Donovan lets out an over-the-top sigh, and pouts in my direction.
“Look at her, wasting away on the sidewalk like that.”
“You know me, I like my alone time,” I respond.
“She’s a girl,” Lewis says slowly, wriggling his eyebrows.
“And?”
He squeezes my biceps. “And she needs a big, strong man she can rely on for a night or two,” he whispers.
I groan and shove him away, rolling my eyes when he starts to cackle.
“You know, I’m not the only one with a couch, guys. You can have her!”
They exchange meaningful looks, and I swear the hairs on the back of my neck stand.
“Sorry, Lane, but Adam’s cousin is in town.” Don curls a lip. “He’s crashing on our couch.”
“His cousin? What cousin?”
“Dexter,” he says too quickly, just as Lewis blurts out, “Drake.”
“Dexter Drake,” they chant together.
Bitches!
“Let me guess—long-lost cousin, right?”
“Exactly! He’s from LA, and he needed a break from the scene.”
“What scene?”
“All of them!”
“Look, here’s a photo of him. Check it out!”
Don waves his phone in my face, and I swipe it off him, irritated.
“This is Google Images, you dumbass!”
Don shrugs. “In LA, Dexter Drake is a local celebrity.”
“Why are you doing this to me, guys?”
“We’re helping you become your best self, Laney.”
“Imagine she’s your sister! You wouldn’t want her crashing with a total rando.”
“What if she ends up having to stay at Donald’s?” Lewis’s eyes are shining.
“And be real. You wouldn’t want her hanging around our place, either,” Don finishes, all smug.
