Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Does he honestly think I’d be contacting other girls when I’m sitting at his dining table? When all I’ve been talking about since I got home is repairing my relationship with Molly?
“Molly unblocked me.” I grin even wider, not even caring if it pisses him off.
He flicks his gaze to the ceiling and shakes his head. “Good.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes.” He stabs his fork into a piece of egg and shoves it in his mouth.
Something bugged me the whole way home. And now, the need to question Remy won’t leave me alone. “You know, it’s weird, I checked three different weather apps and none of them said anything about snow this week.”
“Huh? Really.” Remy scratches his head, a sure sign he’s lying, being a sarcastic dick, or some combination of the two. “I definitely saw it somewhere. Maybe that’s what they mean about ‘climate change.’”
“Weather and climate aren’t the same thing.” I dip the corner of a piece of toast into my egg yolk. “Try again.”
“Weathermen are always gettin’ shit wrong.”
“Uh-huh.” I munch on toast and egg for a few seconds, thinking over my words. Remy returns to attacking his eggs like he has a personal vendetta against them.
I take a sip of juice and set my glass down. “You ever get tired of playing puppet master?”
“Puppet master?” He glances up from his plate. “That’s new.”
I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers in the air like I’m making a puppet dance. “You brought those girls over to force me into telling you how I feel about Molly. You set Torch and Molly up.” I almost choke on that accusation, I’m still so pissed about it. “Now, you made up a fake snowstorm.”
“And just think.” His dickish smile increases tenfold. “That’s only the shit you know about.”
I should’ve known he’d show no remorse. “For fuck’s sake, Remy.”
“What?” He holds out his hands in an I’m-so-innocent gesture. “Look at it this way, if you were willing to run that stuff out to her, I’d know you were serious. Then I would’ve talked to her about maybe unblocking you.”
“But?”
“If you didn’t give a fuck, then I wouldn’t bother.” He shrugs as if the answer should’ve been simple and obvious.
Could he be a bigger asshole? I tap my phone. “So, this is your doing?”
“Nope. I hadn’t gotten around to it.” He frowns and checks his own phone. “She still hasn’t answered my text today.”
“I don’t think she appreciated you tricking her.”
A minuscule flash of guilt crosses his face. “She doing okay?”
“She’s good, I think.”
“She wasn’t pissed you showed up instead of me?”
I blow out an irritated breath. “She was surprised. But not mad.”
“Anyone recognize you?”
I roll my eyes. “Some girl wrote her number on the coffee I bought for Molly, so that sucked.”
He snorts with laughter. “You’re famous now.”
“That’s what Molly said! It’s not true.” I set my fork against the plate with a harsh clang. “Stop saying that. All this ‘fame’ feels more like punishment.”
“All right. Calm down.” He sips his coffee. “What’d you do about the phone number?”
“Took the coffee back and asked the manager to make me another one.”
He frowns. “Was Molly upset?”
“No.” I grin. “She showed me her dorm room.”
His frown deepens.
“She wanted to drop off her coat and boots instead of dragging them to class with her.”
“Ah, yeah. Flaw in my master plan.” He taps the side of his head.
“You’re such a dick.”
“How’d you do on those three flights of stairs?” He lifts his chin, indicating my bad knee.
Under the table I rub my hand over my thigh and knee, gently testing the inflamed joint. “Fine. Just took it slow. She showed me where one of her classes is, too. Did you know her professor locks them out if they’re late?”
“Yeah, she told me.”
“That’s some bullshit.”
He shrugs. “I told her if he ever pulls that crap on her, I’ll have a chat with him. She didn’t appreciate the offer.”
Since I’m guilty of having the same thought, I chuckle and pick up my fork again. “Her room’s so tiny. I can’t believe she shares it with someone else.”
“Yeah, for the amount they’re charging, she could probably rent an entire house. But she wanted the ‘full college experience.’” He grins, not at all bothered by the expense.
Remy probably didn’t mean to, but he’s given me all sorts of ideas for the future.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Molly
“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around this weekend?” Denise pleads with me Friday afternoon.
“I can’t. I promised to help my brother out at the bar.” Guilt prickles over my scalp at the lie. I promised to go with her to a frat party at another school not far from our campus.
But a crowded frat house where I don’t know anyone and I have to guard my drink with my life is the last thing I feel like doing with my limited free time. Remy hadn’t asked me to help him at the bar but maybe I’ll work a few hours there tomorrow night so I don’t feel so guilty for lying to Denise.