“Is this an argument anyone’s allowed to join?” I drawl.
“Oh, shut up, you.” She graces me with her attention then discards me. “Shay, Maxim will likely be around the house more than before.”
I grimace, and I know she sees it too because her lips twitch.
Minx.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Have I seen you today? Like, at all?”
“Ever heard of texting?”
She sniffs, drags her cell from somewhere in those minute sleep shorts she’s wearing—I doubt I’d wear such an item of clothing aroundmyplatonic housemate, but what do I know?
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” O’Donnelly grouses as his cell buzzes but he rubs his middle finger along his nose. “I’ll just leteverybody upstairs then.”
“O’Donnelly was right to draw a weapon on me,” I decide to adjudicate.
“Are you defending him?” Victoria shrieks.
“Look at that. Mr. Mob agrees with me.”
We both ignore him.
“I could have been anyone,koketka.”
“Yeah, but you’re not. You’re you.”
“And wedidn’tsee one another for quite some time.”
“Sounds like you were wrong, Victoria,” O’Donnelly crows.
“Don’t draw shotguns on my boyfriends.”
“I’m neither your boyfriend nor are there more than one of me.”
She shoots daggers at me with her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
I smile at her—what can I say? I enjoy riling her up. “Set a date.”
“A what, now?!” O’Donnelly hollers.
“Oh, shut up, Shay. I’m going to bed.” She sniffs. “And I don’t care ifyoudon’t join me.”
“For the safety of my balls, she means you,” O’Donnelly retorts quickly.
I arch a brow at him. “I managed to piece that together.”
As I restart my climb up the stairs, he calls out, “A date? As in a wedding date?”
I pause. “Yes.”
I climb another step.
“She won’t. Just so you know.”
I turn. “Excuse me?”
