“Pretty please? You always make me look good…”
“Hey, you wanted a woman in your life—deal with it!”
“Why didn’t you askmeto come?” Lane asks, offended.
“Sorry, man. But Lois has basically got you whipped.”
“Bullshit!”
I make a ball-crushing motion.
Lane shakes his head. “Take a look in the mirror, dude. Carrie told Lois she plans on waxing your—”
“She’s obsessed,” I interrupt. “She can’t get enough of them—but trust me, that’s not happening. Ever.”
Lane eyes me. “Listen, I let mine put footstools in the apartment.Footstools.You have no idea.” He drops his voice. “Plus, she turned my brother’s bedroom into, like, this designer office space thing.”
“How’re you holding up?”
“Better than I expected.” He flashes me a smile. “I guess I needed change—it took Lois for me to finally realize that.”
Now that I’m with someone, I’m starting to realize a couple ofthings, too. Lane’s words are still ringing in my ears when Carrie steps back into the living room.
Lewis turns to her, flinging his arms open wide.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” He starts throwing some shapes. “How about a little line-dancing to kick it off?”
“How about you go play on a highway?” she snaps back, shrugging on her coat.
“Where you going?” I ask.
“Greyson just arrived—I’m gonna head down and walk him up.”
I bat back a flicker of irritation, my eyes trailing her as she slips out the front door.
“So, that just leaves Lewis to set up,” Adam muses aloud. “Let’s get real—he’s gonna end up caving like the rest of us.”
“Why don’t we just let him handle the new Campus Driver hire.” I elbow Lewis. “Right, Conley?”
He shrugs, scooping up the bags and disappearing into the kitchen, whistling as he goes. He can bury his head in the sand all he likes—the truth is that soon, none of us will be SHU students anymore.
“Has he even spoken to her yet?” Lane asks.
“No, but he needs to—we can’t put this off forever.”
I’ve had a lot of ideas for growing the business once we graduate, and I make a mental note to schedule a meeting with the others.
“Adam, come help me!” Lewis yells out from the kitchen.
He jumps to his feet. “Let’s get this party started.”
The front door swings open, and my girlfriend steps in with Greyson, who waves and smiles before heading for the bathroom.
I beckon Carrie over, and as she slips her coat on the hook, she stares at me, narrowing her eyes in concern. I pat my lap, and she settles down against me.
“Everything okay?”
“I love you.”
