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“What?” I half-shout, unsure I heard Chandra correctly.Did she say—
“Cal’s here,” my roommate repeats, her voice much lower than mine. “He’s waiting for you in the living room.”
“Why in the hell did you even let him in?”
“He said it was important, some legal matter, and he wasn’t going to leave until he saw you.”
My lip curls. “What the fuck?”
Foster clears his throat, reminding us of his presence.
“I need to get going,” he announces to both of us in the midst of our not-so-hushed conversation. “I’m going to be late.”
“Right. Of course,” I say almost in a daze, widening the door.
Chandra steps down the hall toward where Cal is waiting.
“I’ll walk you out,” I say to Foster.
This all feels so surreal.
Leading the way, I escort Foster to the main part of the apartment where Cal is casually sitting on the sofa with a motherfucking bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Roses.
Red ones.
The color of love.
I want to poke his eyes out.
What is he doing here?
I hope he pricks his finger—or his penis would suffice.
“EJ,” Cal says, rising from the couch to greet me. The collection of blazing crimson floral at the center of his chest is like a target of destruction.
I audibly grunt and give him an I’m-going-to-freaking-scratch-your-eyes-out look. He takes the hint and sits his ass back down, shifting his focus between Foster, who is close on my heels, and me.
Grabbing the knob to the front entrance, I face Foster, whose attention is clearly not on me but on Cal in all his rocker glory as he’s dressed in a leather jacket with bright blue hair. He’s wearing eyeliner, too.
Keeping it classy.
This is a disaster of epic proportions.
My ex is unexpectedly sitting on my couch with a romantic-looking bouquet of flowers and the guy…Foster…who I’m sleeping with, will likely—
What does it matter? We are just friends. That’s the deal.
“Thanks again for doing this,” I say to Foster, trying to focus him away from the train wreck on my couch. “I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” he states, reaching for the door and opening it like he can’t leave fast enough. He gives another glance in Cal’s direction. “I hope it works out the way you want.”
“I think it will,” I reply, trying so hard to keep my shit together right now.
What in the ever-loving fuck is Cal doing here?
“I’ll see you at work,” he quickly adds as he walks out the door.
