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“Touché. Shawn is throwing himself a birthday party. Brody is going. I’m sure he’ll want to bring Shelly. It’ll be fun.” He kept his eyes on me while I mulled it over in my head. “I mean, I’ll be there. What more could you ask for?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“What’s to think about? Just come.”
“Something tells me you’ll show up here anyway, whether I say yes or not.”
He grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”
I really was not getting it at all. Since he started driving me to therapy, I had eaten breakfast, lunch, and dinner with Chase; now he wanted to hang out on a Friday night? None of it made sense.
He stood and tossed our containers into the trash can. “I’m in the mood to watch a movie. Got any good ones?”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’re staying?”
“Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“I just might.”
“Who’s the lucky guy?”
“I don’t think you know him. He’s tall; rides a horse. He’ll be here at nine to whisk me away in his shiny armor.”
“Prince Charming? I’m right here!”
I smirked as I stood to bring my plate to the sink. Chase quickly followed and grabbed the sponge.
“If you’re a prince, where’s your horse? I don’t see one outside.”
“Oh, it’s there - all four-hundred and twenty five of them.” He grinned, proud of the horsepower in the hemi engine parked out front.
I laughed as I shook my head.
“You should do that more often.”
“Do what?”
“Laugh.”
“I laugh when things are funny.”
“You don’t laugh enough around me.”
I shrugged. “I guess you’re just not that funny then.”
“I’m funny!” He flicked water from his fingers onto my face.
I paused for a moment, contemplating my counterattack. I reached into the sink and scooped out a handful of soap suds at him in retaliation.
He keeled over at the waist, holding his right eye. “Ow! It burns!”
“Shit! I didn’t mean to–”
Before I could finish my sentence, he had the sink hose in his hand, pointed at me like a squirt gun. He squeezed the trigger, and I squealed as the spray of cold water hit me. This meant war. I snatched my empty cup out of the sink, and began filling it with water.
“Okay! Truce!” Chase held up both hands, dropping the hose into the sink.
I acted like I was putting the cup back into the sink, but spun around on my toes to dump the water over the top of his head. He tried to get away but his foot slipped in the puddle of water now on the floor. His feet went up, and he fell down onto the tile.
