“The door was still unlocked.” I let her see me flip the deadbolt.
Waylynn scrunches up her nose. “He probably would freak out,” she agrees.
There is no probably, he would when it comes to her. However, I doubt he ever locked his own damn door. “How’s your ankle today?” I notice she’s letting her foot rest on the floor more when she’s standing.
“Better I think.” She looks down at the white plastic boot. “I hope I can get off these things soon. Hobbling around campus is not fun.”
“You could get one of those little electric carts and ride that around.”
She scoffs. “Heck no, these attract enough attention, and could you imagine Oswald? He would make me give him rides everywhere.”
I chuckle because she’s right. “Imagine the headlines.Football star falls hard for girl and ends up in wheelchair.”
“Oh gosh.” She looks away shyly, but she’s smiling as she wakes up her computer that’s on the island.
“Homework?” I question, taking the stool next to her.
“No, I’m making a grocery order. If I don’t do it before they get home, they’ll insist on going for me, and I would rather just order it and have it delivered. I’m lazy like that.” She’s watching me as if she wants to read my reaction.
“Good plan. I hate grocery shopping,” I agree.
She pushes the computer a little closer to me and scoots her chair nearer. “Mind helping me make sure I get some stuff they like?” She glances up at me, and I can’t help but wish she were worried about what I like too.
“I can do that.” I nod and look away from her so she doesn’t think I’m staring too long.
“I got mustard. I know Oswald will eat anything, but he doesn’t like feta or peppers on his pizza. How about Memphis? Is there anything he doesn’t like?”
“I’m drawing a blank for what he doesn’t like, but they both eat pretty healthy for the most part—lots of protein and vegetables. Memphis is a sucker for ice cream though, and Oswald can’t pass up cookies.”
Waylynn grins over at me. “Now you’re speaking my language.” She types into the search bar. Before long, her cart is filled with all the fridge staples she lost from the power outage and a bunch of other food.
“So, what’s for dinner tonight?” I ask after seeing the delivery isn’t scheduled until tomorrow afternoon.
“It is pretty late, huh?” She frowns. “What sounds good to you?”
“Pretty much anything after all that.” I motion to her computer.
“I warned you that you would have to decide.”
“You said I would have tohelpdecide,” I remind her with a smirk.
“You know the area and the food better.” She has no problem pushing it off on me.
“At least tell me what you’re in the mood for.” I lower my voice, flirting a little to see how she responds.
“Honestly, I could go for a good salad and steak.” I tilt my head to the side, disappointed. “I feel like I’ve been eating a lot of garbage lately. Know anywhere good we can call into? What?” she asks, touching around her face and mouth like there’s something there to wipe off.
I keep smiling. “I know a place. I wired it, and I’ve been dying to try it, but we can’t call it in. We have to go there. You up for it?”
“Are you sure Oswald and Memphis will be okay going?” she asks, already assuming I’m including them, which is good.
“Text them and find out.” She will get a faster response and have a better chance at them saying yes anyway.
“Okay,” she agrees and pulls her phone out of her pocket.
After only a few seconds, her phone vibrates and her face flushes pink, but she says, “Memphis said yes. He should be here soon. Oswald hasn’t responded yet, but he is usually at practice until six.”
“That’s all he said?” I tease, because I know there must have been more to it for her to get all pink.
