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I throw my arms around him again. “Thanks, cuz.”
“One day you’ll probably have to get my head out of my ass, so don’t worry about it.”
We laugh even though that will never be the case with Lance. He’s just waiting for the right girl to come along, then he won’t wait to snatch her up.
“Not you. Easton, well…”
We laugh again.
“We’ll have to double-team him.” Lance kisses my forehead. “Now go.” He climbs into his sports car.
“You’ll have to put that thing in storage soon,” I call.
“Tomorrow. One last ride before I go to New York.” He runs his hands over the steering wheel. “Bye.”
He drives off and I walk over to where Van stands on the sidewalk, looking like the perfect mix of gentleman and bad boy in his suit.
“So?” he says as I approach.
“So what?” I ask.
“You were jealous.” He says it like a blanket statement, and I can’t help the way it gets my back up.
“Um, no. I was having dinner with my cousin.” I walk toward the apartment and he walks alongside me.
“So, you always enter a restaurant and inspect who’s in there?”
I balk. “I didn’t. Maybe when you eventually saw me, I was glancing around.”
“I saw you the second you walked through the door. Hell, I felt you. The hairs on the back of my neck rose like they always do when you’re near.”
My steps falter for a second, but I force myself to continue walking. God, does he realize what it does to my resolve when he says stuff like that?
We reach the building and I walk up the stairs to our apartment. “Whatever.”
I get to the door, but he puts his hand over mine. “Stop it.”
“What? I was curious, that’s all. You’re free to date if you want.” I insert the key in the lock and push the door open.
Once we’re inside, he slams it shut. “Will you please stop?”
“Stop what?” I turn to face him and throw my hands in the air.
He shoves his hands in his pockets. “It must be exhausting.”
“Excuse me?”
He brushes by me on the way to the kitchen and glares at me. All the times his gaze has been on me, it’s never made me feel like it does now. As though I’m as disgusting as the scum on the bottom of his shoe. I wrap my arms around myself.
He grabs a beer from the fridge and everything inside shakes when he shuts the door. “Pretending to be someone you’re not.” He leans his hip on the counter, twisting off the beer cap and tossing it in the trash.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“I believe the ad you put in the paper said you were really neat and clean.”
I say nothing, squeezing my fists at my sides.
“Funny because there’s an empty bottle of body wash that’s been sitting in the shower ever since I got here.” He pushes off the counter. “And how about this? There’s a drawer filled with stuff that doesn’t go together.”
