Page 71 of Slow Burn

Georgia lifted an eyebrow. “Did you just friend-zone me?”

“What else would you call us?”

Neither one of them spoke for a few minutes.

Until Georgia broke the silence. “Fine, if we’re friends, you can help me find someone to date.”

This was the worst friendship ever.

IF HE WANTED to friend-zone her, fine.

But she was going to make him miserable because of it.

Georgia patted the space next to her, and she bit her tongue not to laugh at the sourpuss look on his face. He moved next to her, and once they were sitting with their legs touching, he leaned onto the couch and crossed his arms.

“Why are we looking at your phone?” His voice was crisp.

She opened LoveToday, a new dating app she planned to sign up for. This wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but since Elijah didn’t give her more, this was her next best option.

“Your age is showing,” Georgia teased him while creating her profile.

“I’m thirty-eight,” he countered. “And I realize you are on a dating app, but I don’t understand why.”

“Because I want to date and this is how it works these days.”

“You could meet someone when you go out. That’s how we met.”

“And look what good that did me.”

Georgia felt his hand twitch at his side, and she gave herself a point for getting under his skin.

“Dating apps are dangerous.” Elijah grabbed the phone from her hand and chucked it behind them.

“Anything is dangerous.” Georgia was sick of his go-to excuse. She got up, circled to the back of the room, and picked up her phone. Moving back to the couch, she sat down.

Elijah peered over to read what she was typing on her profile.

He huffed. “You are not looking for casual.”

“I’m up for anything.” She swatted him away. “Now I get to swipe.”

“He’s a no,” Elijah said after looking at her first option for all of two seconds.

She squinted at the guy’s picture. “He’s cute.”

“He’s recently divorced, and I can guarantee he is fucking anything with a pussy, so you’re going to give him a thumbs down.”

“Hmm, good point.” She declined the guy and moved to the next person. “Okay, this man is hot and looking for love.”

“No,” Elijah vetoed. “Did you read the rest of his profile? He still lives at home. In reality, he is looking for a roommate, not love.”

“That’s a little harsh. Maybe he just moved back to town like me.”

“Doubt it. Thumbs down and move on.”

“For a friend, you are certainly judgmental.” Georgia did listen to his advice and gave the guy a thumbs down, swiping to the next one.

“Someone has to be,” he snidely responded.