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“Can we drop it?”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not dropping this.”
“She’s just a girl,” I grit out.
I’m beginning to question how much I really need him because, right now silence might be better than having a best friend.
Wanting to delay an explanation, I lift the coffee cup to my mouth and take a sip. What hits my tongue is not the bitter, plain coffee I was expecting.
My body lurches forward in a bend and I have to force myself not to spit the liquid out all over King’s dashboard. King’s booming laughter fills the car, and the urge to end him increases tenfold.
“What the fuck is that?!” I snap when I finally swallow.
But chuckle-face is too busy laughing to reply.
I lift his drink out of the cupholder and sniff it. Plain coffee.
“Seriously?” I sniff at the small opening in my lid. “What the fuck did you get me?”
I’m swapping our drinks, putting the sweet shit he got me in his cupholder when he catches his breath to reply. “Man, I’ve been waiting for your reaction to that, and you did not disappoint.”
“Glad you found it so funny. Because now it’s yours.” I take a deliberate drink of his plain coffee.
“Suit yourself.” He lifts a shoulder. “I just figured you’d like to try your girl’s favorite drink.”
My eyes move back to the original cup. “It’s her favorite?”
“That’s what she said. Took the time to make it herself. Even added some fancy shit on top. But if you don’t want it…”
King starts to reach for it, but I snatch it back, shoving the plain coffee into his hand.
He sighs. “You want to slobber around the rest of the rim first? Since you’ve put your filthy mouth on both of these now.”
“Deal with it.” My tone doesn’t hold the bite I mean it to, I’m too busy sniffing Payton’s favorite drink again. Unreasonably disappointed that it doesn’t smell like roses. “What is it?”
“Coconut and honey, I think she said.” I must pull a face because King snorts. “Yeah, sounded nasty to me too.”
“It’s not nasty,” I admit. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Turning the cup in my hands I seeC&H Lattescrawled in sharpie.
It’s her handwriting.
Then I remember what King said about her making it herself.
I wonder…?
I lift the cup to my face and press my nose to the side opposite the writing, where her palm would’ve been, and inhale.
Still no roses.
Damnit.
“Dude.” King sounds exasperated. “Seriously, man, this woman has got you unhinged.”
I tune out King’s words. I don’t have time for his judgment.
He doesn’t understand.
