“That’s higher.” He beams. “Anyway, I assumed I’d crash right here tonight and go dwelling tomorrow. We will spend the night hanging out. Perhaps watch a few of that trashy actuality TV you want.”

“I’d like that.”

Lucas pushes himself off the sofa. “I’ll be again in a minute. I’ve obtained a bag within the automotive—hoped you had been going to agree.”

“It’s not like I may cease you from staying.”

He laughs. “I’m glad I’m right here.”

“Me too.”

The one factor I’m grateful for is that this complete factor has introduced Lucas and me nearer. For the longest time I used to be offended at him driving Deacon away—I didn’t converse to him for a yr after Deacon and his father left city.

However he’s been there for me this complete time. He’s simply on the opposite finish of the cellphone after I want somebody to hearken to me, and he by no means judges me.

I nonetheless want he’d by no means gone anyplace close to Elise Miller, however there’s no erasing the previous.

The door clicks as he comes again in, and I decide up the distant. “Need something specifically?”

“No, you decide. Would you like pizza? Does Tommy nonetheless ship?”

I look over my shoulder at my brother disappearing right into a bed room. “He does. Quantity’s on the fridge.”

He flicks on the lavatory lights earlier than closing the door. I maintain scrolling by way of motion pictures, pausing often earlier than shifting on. I’m the worst at selecting one thing when there’s a lot alternative.

The toilet door opens.

“Uhhh, Pip?”

“Yep?” I flick between channels.

“Is there one thing else you need to inform me?”

Shit.

I shut my eyes. I’m so used to being alone that I didn’t cease and suppose that another person can be utilizing the lavatory. Slowly, I flip, cringing as he waves across the white stick I peed on this afternoon.

Holding up my palms, I shrug. “Perhaps?”

Chapter Twenty-9

Deacon

A tender hand curls round my wrist, and lengthy, red-painted talons gently scrape towards my pores and skin.

“Wish to come as much as my room?”

The bottle blonde connected to the hand is fairly—I’ll give her that. However she’s all improper. She’s skinny to the purpose of most likely harmful the place Pippa is curvy. Her hair’s not the proper color. And Pippa is aware of find out how to have enjoyable with out getting tanked on champagne.

Her lips, stained as crimson as her nails, curve right into a sly smile.

“No thanks.”

One excellent eyebrow lifts. “We may have a variety of enjoyable.”

So far as fucking Pippa out of my system goes, I can’t. Even when I wished to, I’m nowhere close to prepared for anybody else—even a meaningless fling.

“I’m not .”

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