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What a weirdo. Granted, a hot weirdo, but still …
Easton and Foster are hot, too, and if I’ve learned anything from them today, it’s to never trust a hot Everettson. Honestly, at this point, I’m starting to believe maybe I s
houldn’t trust hot guys in general, considering my track record with them.
Max grins, watching me with interest. “Your confusion’s adorable.”
Easton lightly smacks his shoulder and hisses, “Dude, Mom said not to hit on her.”
He was hitting on me? I nearly snort a laugh. Yeah right.
But when Max continues to stare at me without protesting, I wonder if maybe he is. The question is: why?
Wait. Maybe this is a prank?
“Yeah? So? Mom’s not here, is she?” Max says to Easton without taking his eyes off me. “And if you don’t tell her about this, then I’ll make sure not to tell her that you two jackasses told this pretty girl that the attic was her bedroom.” He glances at something above my head, then a frown forms on his face as he reaches over and flips the light switch off then on again. When not a drop of light flows around the room, his frown deepens. “Were you stuck up there with the power off?”
“I wasn’t stuck up here. I could’ve walked out at any time,” I point out. “And the lights were on when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, they were off.” I shrug. “I just figured maybe someone turned them off.”
“The storm probably tripped the breaker.” Max turns to Easton and Foster and smacks them on top of their heads. “Fucking hell. What is wrong with you two? Making her sit up there in that dusty piece of shit room in the dark? Do you know what could’ve happened if it found…?” He trails off, gulping.
Easton swallows audibly. “I’m sorry. But in our defense, we didn’t realize the power went off.”
Foster yanks his fingers through his hair, his gaze flitting from me to Max. “It was just a prank, okay? We didn’t mean for the damn power to go off.”
“A prank that could’ve gone very wrong,” Max says in a low tone, tension flowing off him.
“What’s going on?” I eye them over skeptically. “Do you guys have a bat locked up in the attic or something?” I stiffen, realizing that could very well be it.
“Or something,” Max murmurs. Then he wiggles his shoulders, clearing the tension, and turns back toward me, pointing to the shut door to the side of him. “This right here is your room. Would you like to see it? I promise it’s way better than the attic.”
With everything that’s happened over the last handful of hours, I’m not sure if I trust him. Sure, he seems nice enough, albeit a bit weird. Then again, so am I …
What do I really have to lose at this point? Besides, anything’s better than sleeping in an attic, right?
I sure hope so.
I will my lips to turn upward. “Sure.”
He smiles then offers me his hand.
Seriously, he wants me to take his hand? Half of me really wants to, mainly for the sole reason that I’ve never held a guy’s hand, let alone a guy this gorgeous. But the other half of me worries this is all a prank.
“Relax. I already said I’m not going to bite,” Max assures me then slips his fingers through mine and tugs me down the last step.
Easton and Foster trade a look, and then Easton rolls his eyes.
Max ignores them, steering me in front of the shut door. I reach for the doorknob with my free hand, but Max stops me, placing his hand over mine.
“Before you go in,” he says, “I want to ask, if you could have your dream room, what would it look like?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”
He wets his pierced lips with his tongue, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Humor me, okay, and just try to picture it.”
I cast a sidelong glance at Easton and Foster and find their eyes hold the same amusement.
Great. This has to be a prank.
