DARCY
Yes, me too. Me freakin’ too.
KILLIAN
Why do you say it like that?
DARCY
Perhaps I should ask you the same thing?
BANKS
Are you implying something?
RIDGE
Fuck, I hope not.
DARCY
Baby, just let it roll.
BANKS
OMG, they’re doing it.
Great. Everyone is fucking talking about us. Please, let’s do all the things that could make this more awkward for Lyric. Hell, I don’t care what they say about me. They could tease me until they’re blue in the face and it would roll off my back like a refreshing spring rain. I’m used to it, and to be honest, I don’t tend to do things I’m going to be ashamed of.
Not that I’m saying Lyric is ashamed of me. She’s not. Probably. But if I know her like I think I do, she’s not going to lovethis. She doesn’t strike me as wanting to be the center of this kind of attention.
A new text bubble pops up as I’m still scrolling.
LYRIC
You guys are a bunch of assholes.
Ah, so she has seen it. As if on cue, Lyric steps into the kitchen and shrugs at me.
“I mean, theyarea bunch of assholes,” I confirm. Tater comes running back inside and plops himself down at Lyric’s feet. He really has been infatuated with her since she moved in. Half the time, he chooses to sleep with her. Not that I mind. Okay, I mind a little, just not enough to do anything about it.
“Whatever,” she says, leaning down to scratch Tater’s ears. “I will not be confirming or denying their allegations, and it would be great if we were a united front on that.”
“Uh, sure thing. Except Killian already knows.” I chuckle the way you do when it’s not actually funny but there’s nothing else you can do.
“You told him?”
“No, no. He just guessed. And he was very adamant. Denying it felt pointless.” I shrug and pick my keys up from the table. “So, ready for breakfast?” I open the front door, gesturing for her to go first.
“Fine, but you should know Darcy knows, too,” she says, as she steps past me.
“What?”
“She’s my best friend. It’s hard for me to keep stuff from her,” she says, waving her hand in the air dismissively.
“What happened to not telling anyone?” I start the engine and buckle my seat belt.
“What happened to us not falling asleep together?” she asks, countering my question.
