“They’re talking about tits?”
“They are. What size bra are you wearing, Juniper?” I wink, cackling when Pecan almost drops his coffee cup as his head whips to the side.
“That’s for my girlfriend to know and for Pecan to not find out.” She sashays off with Pecan’s eyes glued to her ass.
Zach slaps him upside the head. “Eyes straight ahead. You’re a boyfriend now.”
“I’m only looking!”
“That’s all it had better be. I told you. I’m not friends with cheaters. Unless it’s for exams.” I waggle my fork at him. “Not that I have to worry. I reckon Hailey’d get there with the carving knife first.”
I don’t know the girl, but I’ve seen her deal with the puck rabbits that linger around Pecan at parties.
No way she’d let him get away with cheating on her.
Pecan groans. “That’s so hot.”
When Zach and Callan nod, I tsk at their idiocy. “The fact she’ll carve you up with a knife?”
“Of course. The crazy ones are always the freakiest in the sheets. It’s why I had a massive crush on you when we were younger before Zach?—”
I study them both when Pecan yelps, as Zach clearly kicked him under the table.
“Before Zach, what?”
“Nothing,” Pecan blusters, shoving a massive slice of buttermilk pancake into his mouth.
I skewer the man in question with a glower. “What did you do?”
“Me? Oh, nothing.”
Callan whistles. “Think you might have a date with a carving knife tonight, Zach.”
“Yeah, Zach, you need to sleep with one eye open,” I jeer, but I silently promise him that we’lldefinitelybe discussing this later.
EIGHTEEN
HANDS OFF!
“So.”
With one hand on the wheel as he steers us through town after a depressing study session that proved I’m seriously in trouble on the major front, he tosses back, “So?”
“SO. What did you do?”
En route to my favorite Pho place—both a reward and to cheer me up after hours in the library—he flicks a look in the rearview mirror, checking that Callan’s behind us, then at me, before veering onto the highway. “What did I do when?”
“Ohhh, so you’re playing dumb, huh?”
“Nahhhhh.”
“Sounds like it to me. What did you do, Zach?! What did you say to Pecan?”
“I say a lot to Pecan. Most of it he ignores by the way.”
“I’m talking specifically! And you know exactly what I’m talking about, mister.”
“Ohhhh.”
