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“Oh, God, no! I’m just playing with the idea. Does he have a girlfriend?”
“I didn’t ask.”
“Maybe he has a boyfriend.” Tito cocks a brow. “Whether he does or not, let me know.”
Becky doesn’t let go of her favorite guessing game. “I bet his parents are blue-collar, maybe even avid church-goers. He seems very polite and well-mannered. Also, army—he went there because his parents are proud Americans, and discipline is in their blood.”
“Entrepreneurs, family business, maybe,” Tito counteracts. “An only child, private school, worked since early years, probably in the family business. Hence, good work ethics and manners. Army was a rebellion. Maybe, against his father, who is a patriarch and had Jace under his thumb his whole life. That’s why he wants to run away to the jungle.”
Becky narrows her eyes on the door to Jace’s room. “Hey, invite him out with us sometime.”
I frown. “Why?”
Becky is never friendly with strangers unless it’s a hot guy she might be interested in for a night or… networking, right.
“Why not? Maybe he’s cool when he’s drunk. Tito will tell you for sure if your roommate is gay. And if he is, Tito will be delighted. Right, Tito?”
Tito’s lips stretch in a playful smile. “I like him. Something about him is…” He makes this inarticulate sound, “Mmm,” like he’s tasting a new pastry. “I’m telling you. He’s a walking surprise. I called it. He’s a hottie. In a different outfit, maybe without the glasses, maybe with a different job. Remember I said that.”
This is getting awkward.
I still don’t know much about the guy who has the keys to my apartment. I checked out his room the other day. Of course, I did. Nothing but a duffle bag, his clothes neatly stacked in two drawers, and several pieces hanging in the closet, including a suit. I’ve yet to find out what Jace Reed looks like in a suit. Probably like a banker.
“Where do you hide those candies?” Becky asks, abruptly getting up and walking to the kitchen.
She finished the bowl, I knew it. How the girl who eats that many sweets manages to stay in great shape is a mystery. Even with the five-hour-a-week workouts like Becky has with her personal trainer.
“In the upper cupboard,” I tell her.
“I want the ones filled with prunes and cream and covered in chocolate.” She opens the cupboard but can’t reach the top shelf.
“Grab the stool—” I prompt.
She shuts me up with a wave of her hand and places it on her hip.
“Hey, Jace!” she shouts as Tito and I exchange amused glances.
That’s Becky, hustling people, studying them, gauging their reactions and behavior. That’s why she’s so good as a talent scout, though she should’ve been an FBI profiler.
Jace’s head appears in the cracked door of his room.
“Sweetie, can you get that for me?” Becky pleads in a too-friendly tone, motioning to the cupboard. “You are taller than any of us.”
Jace effortlessly reaches for the top shelf but can’t see the contents, feeling the shelf with his hand.
Tito leans back into the couch and cocks his head, eyeing Jace in the kitchen like he can see through clothes.
“A little bit to the left, Jace,” he prompts. “Nope, to the right. Just an inch.”
He’s so enjoying this teasing and evidently has an eye on Jace even though he just met my roommate.
Becky’s big eyes snap up at me.
“What?” I mouth, then drop my eyes to Jace’s mid-section that Becky is motioning to.
I crane my neck to have a better look at Jace, who is partially blocked by the kitchen island, and do a startled double take.
His hoodie has ridden up and exposes a sliver of skin just above his sweatpants. Covered in tattoos.
