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She pulls at the bottom while hiding a smile. “My wardrobe is limited right now.”
“Wear my clothes as much as you like. The sight makes my dick hard.”
A blush fills her cheeks when I take one last glimpse at her before leaving.
* * *
“Who tookthe report on Lauren’s landlord situation?” I ask. “It was reported to her insurance company that she might’ve started the fire, so they’re trying to fuck her over on cutting a check.”
“Oh, you mean, after you were supposed to bring her in and never did?” Kyle replies.
Pretty much.
“I questioned her. She didn’t do it.”
“You’re believing criminal exes now?”
“The dude is pissed she turned him down for a date. He followed her out of Down Home the other night and gave her shit for not going home with him. Lauren hadn’t started that fire. His dick is the one blaming her.”
“Damn, does she have a golden vagina? All you men falling for her.”
“You might want to shut your mouth if you don’t want to be eating through a straw for the next six months.”
“Yeah, yeah. She’s your first love, your one and only, the other half of your heart.”
“You need me to mention the straw part again?”
He opens the dashboard and pulls a straw out, opens his coffee cup, tosses the lid, and drops the straw in. He annoyingly slurps from it while taking a drink of his coffee. “Straw or not, I’ll still drink like a motherfucker.”
“I hate your ass, you know that?”
“Love you, too, brother. I’ll have Sanders look into your arsonist sweetie’s case.”
“Appreciate it.”
“You sleep with her yet?”
“Who?” I know whom he’s referring to.
“Who the fuck do you think I’m talking about? Kim Kardashian? Have you slept withLaurenyet?The date who you not only bailed on but also called the wrong name calledmydate and told her about it after you left, interrupting us during sex. I love you, dude. I loved y’all together, but I don’t like seeing you get fucked over—again.”
“We’re not screwing. That ship has sailed, and we both know it.”
“Not yet.”
I shoot him a dirty look.
“If that’s the case, Tamra has another friend she can hook you up with. Quit pining over your live-in ex-girlfriend.”
“She doesn’t fucking live with me,” I cut in.
“As I was saying, you two are only feet away from each other, and I’m sure you’re dying to have her. Might as well let a hot chick help with that frustration.”
“I’m too busy to worry about women at the moment.”
Thirteen
Lauren
