deal?”
Christ. Oak’s like a puppy in constant need of supervision so he doesn’t chew on a wire and electrocute himself.
Even though I should be kicking his ass across the parking lot, I know us not being friends will hurt him ten times more than it will me due to all his abandonment issues.
I throw the pup a bone. “Using Dylan to make her jealous won’t help. You just need to find your balls and end the damn thing.”
He lights up another joint. “I wish it were that easy.”
“It is. Unless…” My insides coil when it occurs to me. “She’s not pregnant, is she?”
He winces. “No. Not that I know of.” He blows out a puff of smoke. “If she is, it’s not mine. We haven’t fucked in weeks.”
I want to remind him that it can take months for a chick to realize she’s knocked up, but I digress. With how uninvested he is, chances are it won’t matter to him anyway.
“Listen, the longer you keep dragging it out, the worse it will get.” I shrug. “But do what you want with your dick, man. Use and fuck Dylan or don’t. Either way, I don’t give a shit.”
“I’m not interested in fucking her.” Suspicion swirls in his eyes. “But I can’t help but think you might be.”
Oakley can go to hell. “Nah. Why would I dip my dick in some dry, mediocre meatloaf when I already have a nice juicy piece of filet mignon waiting for me whenever I want it?”
He flaps his hand around like he’s been burned. “Damn. You ain’t right, Covington. But since we’re on the subject, I heard Britney’s off the hook because her parents are throwing a fit and they never found the spray can.”
They never will because I trashed it.
“Yeah.”
I open my car door and get in. Dylan’s locking up the bakery, so she’ll be here any minute. Not only do I not want to see her, I don’t want her questioning my presence.
“Guess you’re heading home.”
“Yup.”
Since robbery isn’t on the menu any longer, I’m done here.
He shoves his hands into his pockets. “We cool, man?”
For now. “Yeah.”
“What about Dylan? Are you done fucking with her yet?”
I smirk as I rev the engine. “If you really don’t want to be caught in the cross-fire, I suggest you stop asking me questions you won’t like the answers to.”
With that, I take off.
Chapter 20
Dylan
“Are you sure I look okay?” Sawyer tugs on the long turquoise sweater she’s wearing. “It’s still the first week of September, maybe the sweater is a bad idea.”
I twirl the last strand of her hair around the barrel of the curling iron. I almost squealed when she agreed to nix the headband and let me do her hair.
Sawyer might not think so, but she’s gorgeous. And with her new silky waves, she’s not just going to turn heads tonight.
She’s going to break necks.
Her outfit, on the other hand? Needs a little work. Usually I’m all for retro and vintage pieces, but the purple skirt she has on is higher than her waist and longer than her legs. The sweater is cute though and it’s just low enough that it gives a hint of her generous rack.
I chew my lip, pondering how I should answer. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I wasn’t honest with her, but I also don’t want her to hate me and feel insecure.
“Do you want the honest truth? Or a little white lie?”
She raises one freshly tweezed eyebrow. “Is that a trick question? I’ll take the truth for five-hundred, Alex.”
I place the curling iron down and pick up a tube of raspberry lip gloss. It’s perfect for her complexion.
“The truth is you’re beautiful.” I begin applying some to her lips. “You don’t need makeup or any of this stuff.” I blot the excess with a tissue. “But that skirt does nothing for your figure. It would be better utilized as kindling for my aunt’s fireplace.”
“Oh.” Her eyes dart around the room. “I didn’t bring any other clothes, I thought—”
Holding up a finger, I open my dresser drawer and take out a pair of leggings. “No worries. Try these.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I appreciate the offer, but you’re like a size two. I’m a fourteen on a good day. There’s no way these will fit.”
Suppressing a groan, I throw them at her. “Leggings are designed to fit almost everyone. Try them on before you complain.”
She pouts. “Fine, but if they don’t