Page 107 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Funny,” he says. Then, he puts his hand out. “You wanna come into my home, you’ve got to hand over your cell phone.”

“Really?” I grimace.

“Really.”

Jesus, he’s serious. How the hell am I going to live without my cell? It’s an extension of me.

“What if Nick calls? If he can’t get ahold of me, he’ll be worried.”

“He knows where you are, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, I’m guessing he won’t think I’ve killed you. But, if you need to call him or Ava or anyone, then, by all means, come out here and make your call. But not in my house. So, phone, please.” He wiggles his fingers at me.

Sighing, I get my cell from my bag. I stare down at it. “I’ll see you soon,” I say to my cell.

“It’s a phone, not a baby.”

I stick my tongue out at him. “She’s my baby. And my best friend.”

“Pins, that’s really fucking sad.” He grins.

“Whatever.” I slap my cell in his hand.

He laughs. Then, he puts my cell in the trunk of his car. Pulling his own cell from his pocket, he sets it next to mine. Then, he gets our bags out of the trunk, and I follow him over to the front door.

“Do you have a TV?” I ask hopefully.

God, please have a TV.

“Yeah.”

Wahoo!

“But I don’t have it connected for any stations. I just use it to watch movies.”

“What? No TV?” I whine. “Seriously?”

“You’ll survive.” He laughs. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocks the front door, letting us in.

“What do you do if you get bored?” I follow behind him and step into a huge hallway, which opens into a massive living room, and in front of me is one of those big staircases that branches off to both sides.

Wowzers.

“I read a book. Watch a film. Go for a run. Play pool; I have a game room.”

“I always thought you were weird, West. Now, I know you’re certifiable. No electronics? I mean, what the hell?” I sigh dramatically.

He laughs and puts our bags down at the bottom of the stairs, and then he comes over to me, putting his arms around my waist, smiling down into my face.

God, he’s pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how pretty he is.

“You’ll be fine, Pins. The peace and quiet. The ability to sit and be with your own thoughts. You’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t have any thoughts. That’s why I use my phone—to create thoughts for me.”

He laughs again, louder this time. “You might surprise yourself. Just give it a try. It’s only for three days. And, if you really need a phone fix, it’s just right out there, in the trunk of my car.”