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Ah, man, this was a bad idea.
“Foster?” the girl that first greeted me speaks. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?”
“Sorry. Where are my manners? Of course.” He gestures to the couple on the couch. “EJ, this is Parker and Hillary. Parker and I used to be roommates until he decided to graduate last year.”
“And move on to better things,” Parker adds, rubbing Hillary’s back.
Hillary stands, holding out her hand in greeting. I take it briefly and cordially.
“It’s nice to meet you, EJ.” She smiles in Foster’s direction. “Foster has told us absolutely nothing about you.”
“Likewise.” I glance at Parker, catching myself in a lie.
Foster already told me about him in regard to his sister, Sasha, who is also Foster’s ex.
“But you know how he is.”
“We sure do.” She laughs.
“All right,” Foster interjects, “enough taking jabs at me. And I did tell you about EJ. She’s the one who took the pictures you were admiring earlier.”
Hillary points to the framed images on the wall. “These are yours?”
“Yes, I took those, but they’re Foster’s.” I share a look with the stone cold man at my side.
“I thought you said a person named Evelyn took these?” she questions him.
“That’s me,” I answer for him, “but besides my mother, only Fozzie calls me that.”
“Fozzie?” Hillary says, amusement spreading across her face like a child in a candy store. “Are we going by Fozzie now?”
“No,” he states sternly. “EJ’s being funny.” Foster gives me his full attention, his head cocked slightly to the side. “I didn’t know that’s what your mother called you. You never mentioned it before.”
“Yeah. I must really like you because hearing that name usually has me wanting to tear my hair out,” I say, covering the truth with a sarcastic tone.
“Does it bother you—when I call you that?”
I shake my head.
“This one is my favorite,” Hillary says, pointing to the large sparkler image of orange and gold, pulling Foster and me out of our moment of peacemaking.
“Foster helped to make that happen,” I tell her. “The orange one you see there was all his idea.”
“Really?”
“She gives me too much credit,” Foster states. “It’s just a sparkler in water.”
“That party trick?” Parker guffaws. “This is how you’re getting girls now?”
“Don’t underestimate the seductive power of fireworks,” I say in Foster’s defense. “I couldn’t wait to get him out of his clothes after we did the experiment.”
All of their eyes widen, including Foster’s, as they gaze at me like deer in headlights.
Shit, I really need to look into thickening my filter before I speak.
“I’m just kidding,” I lie through my teeth, playing it off, even though I really was ripping the clothes from his body afterward.
Parker raises his brows.
