Enzo crossed his arms over his chest. “If things are that bad with this guy, maybe we need to talk to Devon about making other arrangements.”
I shook my head. “Devon already made it clear I’m the one who needs to go if it’s going to be an issue. It’ll be fine,” I said, not believing my words for even a moment.
“And you’re really not going to tell us what happened between you two?” Enzo pressed.
I dropped the bowl on the counter harder than necessary. “We used to be friends, okay?”
“Yeah, I assumed, since you said you had been neighbors. What’d he do to piss you off?” Mason questioned.
“He turned into a dick. End of story.”
Mason lifted a brow. “End of story?”
“Pretty much.” I didn’t bother elaborating.
He propped his chin in his hand. “Oh, come on. There has to be more to it than that.”
“There isn’t.”
Derek smirked. “There’s definitely more.”
Luckily, a knock at the door interrupted their interrogation.
Mason shot to his feet. “Showtime!”
I stayed put, acting like my focus was entirely on cooking my breakfast.
The front door opened, and Mason’s voice echoed through the house. “Welcome home!”
Rowan’s response was quieter, but I still heard him say, “Thanks.”
Footsteps crossed the threshold, and a second later he filled the doorway, a duffel slung over one shoulder and a box in his hands. His eyes snapped straight to me.
I didn’t look away. Rather, I held his stare just long enough to make it clear I wasn’t happy he was here.
“Okay, let me show you around. You can put your stuff in your room, then we’ll get the rest of your things,” Mason offered. I could hear him continue to expound as he led Rowan through the house. “Enzo’s got the primary with the attached bath. Derek and I have the two rooms down the hallway and share the hall bathroom. You and Keaton have the two rooms near the primary that share the Jack-and-Jill.”
While Mason played tour guide, Enzo and Derek headed outside. At the door, Enzo turned my way. “You helping?”
I pointed to the skillet on the stove. “Don’t want my eggs to burn.”
He rolled his eyes and stepped through the door. Rowan and Mason weren’t far behind, and I watched through the kitchen window as they walked to the back of the small moving truck.
“Holy shit!” Mason’s voice boomed. “Is that a Ducati?”
Rowan nodded and climbed the ramp. A few seconds later, a red-and-black street bike appeared. Once they got the motorcycle parked in the driveway, it only took them a couple of trips to bring in the rest of his stuff.
I finished my breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, and then headed back to my room. It was beginning to feel like someone had it out for me because the second I walked past Rowan’sdoor, it swung open and he stepped out. We both stopped, and the tension immediately heightened.
“This doesn’t have to be a thing,” he stated, keeping his voice low.
I let out a humorless laugh. “It already is. Since we’re both living here, let’s just agree to stay out of each other’s way.”
“Fine.”
I managed not to see him for the rest of the day, but that didn’t mean I stopped thinking about him in the next room.
The next evening,Derek had gone on another date, Enzo was at his parents’ place for dinner, and Rowan was out somewhere. Not that I cared.
