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Owen thinks about my question for a minute, while I wave to a few more kids as they file in and take their seats.
“No clue.” He finally shrugs.
“Because it’s never right!”
Spencer snorts, and Owen laughs, shaking his head at me.
“Good one, Mr. Hutton.”
“You’re such a nerd.” Spencer chuckles when Owen walks away to take his seat. “Which is evident by the fact that you’re going to try to convince your hot roommate to leave the island and go back to Chicago, instead of trying to convince her to bang you. I still can’t believe she’s Tristan’s sister.”
And I still can’t believe she’s had those tattoos since college. Why is it suddenly hotter knowing she hid those things under stuffy, good-girl clothing all that time?
“You’re thinking about banging her right now, aren’t you?” He grins at me.
“Shut up,” I mutter, grabbing my phone as I slide off the edge of my desk, when the final warning bell rings. “Even if shewasinterested, which she’s not, I have no desire to try to start something with someone who isn’t going to stay here. And she’s got complications I don’t want to get in the middle of. She’s got a fiancé. Or an ex-fiancé. Whatever. The point is, she’s a runaway bride, and a runaway employee from her father’s company, who obviously doesn’t want to settle down. And I do.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re a hopeless romantic, and you want the fairy tale.” Spencer shoos at me with his hand. “Good luck with that. I’ll just stick to one-night stands. So, you gonna try to talk to her tonight then?”
I instantly feel guilty I haven’t tried to have a conversation with Danny about her life yet. That’s the whole point of having her stay with me. I had the perfect opportunity last night, but I was too busy enjoying how nice it was to just hang out with her and watch TV.
I’ve also been a little too distracted thinking about her naked. I need to get my priorities straight.
“I probably should, before Tristan loses his mind even more. He’s just so confident I’m going to be able to get her back to Chicago.”
And now I’m filled with guilt overDannyinstead of not doing what Tristan asked yet. Something just doesn’t feel right about his texts. He’s making her out to be an incredibly selfish person, and I haven’t seen anything like that from her. She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who would just screw her family over to go on an extended vacation from her life and pretend like they don’t even exist. The problemsnorher family.
My phone dings in my hand with a notification, and I glance down at it as I walk Spencer to the door.
Danny:Your bed is very comfortable. I slept like a rock.
I immediately have to push images of her inmybed out of my head, when another text comes through.
Danny:Sorry about bothering you at work, but I just wanted to let you know not to worry about dinner tonight. I’ve got it covered. My way of saying thanks for letting me stay with you. Unless you have plans, then just ignore this message. Have a good day at work.
“Jesus, would you look at the smile on your face?” Spencer laughs when we get to the door. I quickly darken my phone and shove it in the pocket of my black dress pants.
“I didn’t expect her to be so nice. Did I tell you she likesGossip Girl?”
I definitely crushed her in trivia last night. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Every time she would argue with me about something and then google it, only to find out I was right, she would shout out a curse and then accuse me of cheating.
“At least ten times.” Spencer shakes his head at me, lifting his hand to pat me on the shoulder. “You’re fucked. And not in the good way.”
“Whatever. She’s fun to be around. And I think we might wind up being good…friends,” I tell him, still liking the way that sounds just about as much as her calling mebuddyagain last night. As in not at all. “There’s nothing wrong with me being happy to go home and see her at the end of the day. Friends can do that.”
“Right.” Spencer nods as he backs out into the hallway. “You’re so happy to go home to her, so you can talk to her about sending her away. Sounds like a blast that will not end in orgasms.”
Exactly. That sounds hideous.
“Shut up,” I mutter, talking to Spencerandthe voice in my head, as I close my classroom door in his face.
“Sal, we’ve gota drunk and disorderly down on the pier. Over.”
“Awww, man! I just got a hot fudge sundae from the Dip and Twist. Ugh, I’ll be there in five minutes. Over.”
“Does Nancy know you’re cheating on your diet? Over.”
“Shut up, Harold, or I’ll tell Cynthia about the strip club last weekend! Over.”
