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“I was sick the last two days,” I lie.

Complicated. No, thank you.

I start piping like a madwoman.

CHAPTER 7

Cameron

The Racketeers mascot is annoying as fuck.

That damn dog is constantly sniffing around Luna.

I give him my second glare of the night and he gives me a dopey head shake so that his Santa hat, instead of his usual fedora, bounces a little. Granted, Luna doesn’t pay much attention to him, and it’s not like I’m jealous of a stranger in a furry suit, but it’s still annoying because he’s always blocking my view and my ability to talk to Luna.

Who is ignoring me. Again.

Sure, she greeted me when she took her seat in front of me, but that’s it. It’s been that way for a month now. She doesn’t look angry or aloof. Just like she could give two shits if I’m there or not. Like she’s a fucking champ at having one night—or three nights—stands and doesn’t need anything else from me other than pleasantries. Even though we’ve seen each other naked and my palm was on her ass.

Which is exactly the way it should be. Her attitude, I mean. I should be applauding her ability to handle casual sex. I would be, too, if it was just up to me.

Except Alexsei has been moping around the apartment ever since she disappeared like Cinderella, leaving behind only her pink panties and socks. A naughty Cinderella. Alexsei has posed the rhetorical question, “Why do you think she left?” to me so many times that I don’t even bother to respond anymore. At first I gave him very rational explanations. Like that she has a life and a business to run. But then he would follow it up with, “But she didn’t leave her number or anything. Do you think she didn’t have a good time?”

“She stayed for two and a half fucking days, I think she had fun,” as an answer only seemed to send him spinning faster.

“So then why didn’t she say goodbye?” he’s asked me at least four times.

He keeps asking because he doesn’t like my answers.

She didn’t want to disturb you.

She wouldn’t have disturbed me.

Well, maybe she doesn’t want to see you again.

But, why not if she had fun?

Around and around we go and I’m one more question away from moving out of my own apartment. Except I would never do that. Because I want to be around Alexsei. Hell, I need to be around Alexsei. Even if he is sulking and eating an offensive amount of Taco Bell, which is weirdly his comfort food. Our whole apartment stinks like old chalupas and it’s vile.

More than that, though, it kills me to see Alexsei hurting in any way. He’s always upbeat, always the one encouraging me and everyone else in his life to stay positive. He can make me feel better on the worst day with just a few words, a clap on the shoulder, and a grin. I want to do the same for him, but I suck at it.

So I’m at this damn hockey game taking deep breaths and trying not to punch Sammy the Malamute and digging deep to find something akin to charm inside my prickly personality so that I can convince Luna to give Alexsei a chance.

That will make him happy. And if he’s happy, I’m happy.

“Luna,” I say, leaning over close to her ear.

“Hmm?” she asks, barely glancing over her shoulder at me.

“I need to talk to you.”

“I’m busy right now.”

Busy being a pain in my ass.

She’s not doing anything. For once, she’s not even looking at her phone. She’s just sitting there, alone. Dani went to the snack bar. Luna can fucking talk to me.

Okay, maybe there’s something else bothering me.

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