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Gage ignores Phoebe and keeps his attention on me. “It’ll take a cab at least fifteen minutes to make it here and cost you a hundo in fare. As you’re someone who’s now homeless, I doubt you want to throw your money away like that.”
“I’m not homeless,” I argue.
“Oh, really? You move back into your charred apartment?”
All eyes are on me, and I suddenly feel like a giant, drunken pain in the ass.
“Fine,” I say around a groan. “But I still hate you.”
“And the feeling isstillmutual.” A few seconds of silence pass until Gage points to the valet jumping out of an oversized, four-door black truck. “This is me.”
Gage opens the passenger door, gesturing for me to slide in, and Jay goes to help me before I stop him.
“Shouldn’t your date take the front?” I ask, more dramatic than necessary. “I’m sure you showed her a terrible time.”
“Doubt she’ll be saying that by the end of the night,” Gage answers, winking.
I snarl while opening the back door and practically face-dive into the seat. Alec and Jay tell me good-bye at the same time Phoebe takes the passenger seat. Gage jumps in and tosses a water bottle back to me. I struggle to twist the lid off and gulp it down when I do.
We’re five minutes into the ride when Phoebe clears her throat. “Before this becomes weird, is there something going on between you two? I’m not interested in some weird love-triangle shit.”
“There is absolutely nothing going on between us,” I blurt out, gaining control of my voice and finishing without any slurs. “You two have your fun. Hell, go ahead and jack him off up there if you want.”
But, really, don’t.
I’ll jump into moving traffic if they even hold hands up there.
Gage snorts and turns on the radio instead of answering her or entertaining me. I collapse onto my back across the expansive rear seat and rest my head, knowing damn well, in the morning, I’ll regret both drinking so much and taking this ride.
“I’m guessing you’re dropping me off?” Phoebe asks when we make it into town.
“Probably the right thing to do,” he answers.
“Thank you for dinner.” She turns in her seat to look back at me when Gage parks in her driveway. “Have a good night, Lauren.”
Since my thoughts are delayed at the moment, she’s already out of the truck by the time I start to reply. Gage, like the stupid fucking gentleman he is, walks her to the door. And me, like the fucking stalker I am, rise up onto my knees to watch their exchange.
They hug.
Eh.
He kisses her cheek.
Gag me.
I wait for him to kiss her lips next, but no action takes place.
Thank God.
He doesn’t walk away until she shuts the door behind her.
Meanwhile, I’m snooping around the truck before he comes back. It’s clean. No evidence of anything interesting. New tan leather seats, a flat screen in the dash filled with countless music options, and a backseat equipped with enough room to keep my drunk butt comfortable. Although awkward, the ride is cozier than what a cab would’ve been.
Gage slams the door shut and turns down the radio before reversing out of the drive. “By the way, thanks for running my date off.”
Is he serious?
I sit up in the back seat. “Are you kidding me? In case you forgot,you’rethe one who ruined my night off workandinterrupted my friend’s birthday. If you hadn’t decided to be Creeper McCreeperson and show up where you knew I’d be, you would’ve gotten laid, and I wouldn’t have had to experience a massive hangover tomorrow.” I fold my arms over my chest. “And maybeIwould’ve gotten laid.”
