The thought bothered me more than it should've. But it also posed an odd question. I looked to Brody and said, "There's something I don't get. If you live right here in the city, why wouldn't you just stay at your own place?"
Brody looked at me for a long moment before saying, "Good question."
Hey, I thought so.And yet, he still wasn't answering. I waited, refusing to let him off the hook.
Finally, it was Waverly who broke the silence. "It's notthatgood of a question," she said. "His condo's thirty minutes away. Soof coursehe'd want to stay closer to the site to keep an eye on things." Her gaze slid to Brody. "Me too. We run averytight ship."
It was a decent story.But I wasn't buying it.
And judging from Brody's continued silence, the story wasn't quite as simple as Waverly had made it sound.
I was still trying to figure it out when Waverly turned back to Brody and practically purred, "So, should we shower before we go?"
We?
Did that mean what I thought it meant?
I mean, sure, if they wanted to hop into the shower together, it was none of my business. And yet, an odd empty feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't even hunger. It was something worse.
Disappointment.
What on Earth was wrong with me, anyway?
I didn't evenlikeBrody. And besides, I wasn't the type to get naked with someone just because they were pretty – not that Brody had ever offered.
In the end, I turned away with some off-handed comment about ordering pizza for myself, only to turn back at the sound of Brody's voice.
"Sounds good," he said. "Make sure there's pepperoni. My treat."
Next to him, Waverly sputtered, "Pizza? Seriously?"
He gave her a look. "You got something against pizza?"
"No. Definitely not," she stammered. "Ilovepizza. It's just that…" She lowered her voice. "I was thinking of something more intimate."
He glanced in the general direction of the driveway. "You've got a car," he said. "So get whatever. I won't stop you."
I looked to Waverly. "Wait, you have a car?"
"Of course I do," she said. "Don't you?"
"Not at the moment," I admitted. "But evenyoudidn't have a car yesterday."
"Well I do now," she said. "It was just delivered. So where'syourcar?"
I bit my lip. "Actually, I'm sort of between cars at the moment."
With a sly smile, she asked, "So how'd you get here?"
"I, um, got a ride, actually."
"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "In a Greyhound bus." She looked to Brody as if sharing a secret joke. "We saw the ticket, remember?"
Heat flooded my face. "When?"
Waverly was still laughing. "Last night, when you were hiding in the bathroom."
"I wasn't hiding," I said. "I was talking to my cousin." I turned and gave Brody an accusing look. "And you went through my stuff?"
