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“Hm,” he grunted in response. “I’m thrilled.”
A reluctant smile spread across my face, and I asked, “Do you want to come inside?”
“That’s not a good idea,” he replied, dutifully walking me all the way to my door. He might be bad tempered, this boy, but he was a real quick learner, and hadn’t left me at my gate since the night I pitched a fit.
“Why not?” I asked, unlocking the front door, and stepping into the hall to switch on the light.
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You have a boyfriend.”
“So?” I argued. “I asked if you wanted to come inside, not marry me. Does having a boyfriend suddenly mean that I can’t be friends with boys?”
“I’m not your friend, Molloy.”
Releasing a frustrated growl, I caught ahold of his hand and dragged him into my house. “Well, I’m yours, asshole.” Closing the door behind us, I reached up and pushed his hood down. “See; that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No.”
“Besides, you’ve been in my house a million times with Dad.”
His jaw ticked. “That’s different.”
“Because he’s yourfriend?” I taunted. “Shut up and feed me.”
“Feed you?”
“I can’t cook, remember?” Leading him by the hand into my kitchen, I walked him over to my fridge and smiled. “And you can.”
Joey gaped at me. “You think I’m going to cook for you?”
“For us,” I corrected, giving him my sweetest smile.
“Don’t do that,” he warned.
“Do what?”
“Give me that butter wouldn’t melt smile,” he growled, pointing a finger at me. “It won’t work on me, Molloy. I’m immune.”
Ofcourseit was going to work. “I love steak.”
“Steak?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“You have steak.”
“I have two steaks.”
He eyed me for a long moment, clearly weighing up his options, before blowing out a frustrated breath. “Get the frying pan.”
“Yay.” Clapping my hands in delight, I did a little shimmy dance before bouncing off in the direction of the cupboard where Mam kept the pots and pans. “I like my meat well done.”
“You’ll take your meat whatever way I give it to you,” Joey grumbled, rummaging in my fridge for what he needed. “This doesn’t mean anything, Molloy,” he added. “You didn’t win this round.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I always win, Joe.”
