“Uh… I guess? If you want to.”
Fucking adorable.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
“Right,” she says after a short silence. “Sure, you can keep it.”
I fold it carefully and slide it in the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes not leaving hers. I can’t believe she didn’t see it. While she was drawing or after, just reviewing it.Uncomfortable. Yeah, right. Having a boner in front of your best friend’s sister is uncomfortable in a way.
“See you around, Prudence,” I finally say before I leave the room, forcing myself not to turn around.
Fuck, I’m gonna have to talk to Jack.
Not tonight though. But soon. I need to tell him.
But the seat next to her in my anatomy class? It’s mine now.
18
BUTTERFLIES
Evie: I think we’re finally getting there
Evie: From what I overheard, Ikram and Jack are starting to flirt a little.
Prudence: What? Since when? Jack told me hewas going to ask him out after we came back to the house Friday night, but he didn’t say when.
Evie: He still hasn’t.
Evie: I think they’re testing the waters.
Prudence: You can’t drop a bomb like this when I’m already a little late for work.
Evie: Sorry?
Evie: I’ll watch them like a hawk today and I’ll report back to you.
Prudence: That’s what I needed to hear.
PRUDENCE
When I step downstairs, jumping on one foot as I slide my heels on—how amI not already dead with a broken neck is still a mystery—the delicious smell of coffee welcomes me.
And as a coffee goblin, of course I follow the delicious smell only to find Jack waiting for me, standing and leaning against the counter with a shit eating grin.
Oh boy, what have I walked into?
“You look like you’re in a good mood,” I say, taking the cup he nicely offers.
“I’m feeling great. Nate just left and I’m not hurting as much as usual, I have a medical appointment thatIkramis taking me to this afternoon, and I have a call meeting with my agent in a few minutes about the book I finished back in Seattle.”
I nod, taking a sip. “Looks like a busy day.”
“Yeah,” he sighs dramatically, turning around to take a cube of sugar for his coffee. “But Nate left in a hurry because he had something to do at home and forgot his phone. I don’t have time to bring it to him, but since he’s taking you to work soon, maybe you can take it over for me?”
My eyes narrow in suspicion. Something’s off with the way he’s asking me to do this. He avoids looking at me so I don’t see his face. His tone is flat, nonchalant, but it sounds forced.
He doesn’t want to do it himself. Did they argue about something?
