“An apartment, a dorm, a basement… Whatever, man, as soon as she wakes up, I’m dropping her somewhere, and hasta la vista!”
He seems to think for a moment, and when I catch him sneaking glances down my hall, I stiffen.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“You’ve got a spare room.” He shrugs.
“It’s not spare, Carter!”
He opens his mouth to reply when Lois lets out the grossest yawn I’ve ever heard.
“Great, she’s up!” He claps his hands.
Elbows propped on the kitchen island, chin resting on my fists, I tilt my head for a better look at her, and watch as she stretches her legs, tugging at her hoodie and staring up at the ceiling. She mutters something and slips two fingers beneath her sunglasses, rubbing at her eyes. I’m not sure whether she can suddenly sense us looking at her, but I see her freeze before slowly turning to face us.
“Morning!” Carter wiggles his fingers at her. “Sleep well?”
“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”
I roll my eyes. She sits up, pulls back her hood, slips off her shades, and rearranges the hair piled on her head. Her eyelids are red and swollen.
“Bad night?” I raise an eyebrow, but all I get in return is a curled lip.
Carter jumps to his feet. “Coffee?”
“Sure.”
“Sugar?”
“No, thanks.”
“Milk?”
“Nope.”
What the fuck is happening to him?We’ve known each other since forever, and in all that time, I’ve never known Carter to make a coffee. Ever. He flashes me a knowing grin, and I don’t like that one bit.Not him, too.
I focus back on Lois as she makes her way toward me.
“Make yourself at home,” I mutter, pointing at a stool.
“Really?”
“No.”
She shakes her head, doing her best to ignore my glare.
Carter is back with two piping hot cups. “What’s your name?”
Lord, give me strength…
“Lois.”
His eyes widen. “Lois?”
“Yeah.”
I’m expecting him to launch into the same joke my friends made yesterday, but all he does is shoot me a quick smile.
