“Nolan,” I growl. “She’s not interested.”
“Maybe she is,” he says to me while he winks at her. But he doesn’t follow through on the offer. Jackass.
Summer tosses me a look over her shoulder and mouths,thank you.
After she shoots Graham, who remains neutral throughout, I realize it must be my turn.
“Okay. So maybe just…umm…” she nibbles on her bottom lip. “Grab that hose and sling it over your shoulder.”
“Like this?”
“Mmm…ya.” Those two little sounds target my groin.
“Maybe don’t scowl.”
“I’m not.”
“Maybe don’t cringe.”
“I’m not.”
“I’m seeing the scowl,” Nolan calls from the back of the room. Little Fucker.
“And I can see that cringe. It’s like you just drank day-old coffee by mistake,” Graham confirms, unhelpfully.
“Fuck you both.”
“Oop. Eli’s mad.”
No shit, Finn. I’m oiled up lugging a giant hose in front of the girl I want to be with, and I’m surrounded by idiots.
“Finn, jump in. Let’s try something,” Summer instructs my brother.
Next thing I know, we’re back to back, then side to side, doing awkward poses.
Summer looks down at the screen on her camera. “Not bad, you guys, but I still need some good ones of Eli on his own—”
The fire alarm goes off. Literally saved by the bell. I knew I loved that show.
