If We Were Perfect - Ana Huang Page 0,58

made Kanye look humble.

“Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment.” Olivia didn’t touch the “younger men” question.

“Are you and Sammy dating?” Lyle asked. “He’s never brought a plus one to a family outing before.”

“No.” Olivia snuck a glance at Sammy, who was too busy fighting the urge to strangle his cousins—all three present—to notice the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “We’re old, uh, friends and current roommates.”

“Roommates?” Kyle and Lyle chorused, eyes wide.

“How the hell did that happen?” Kyle pointed an accusing finger at Sammy. “You never told us you had a roommate.”

“Because it’s none of your business.”

“Screw that. Tell us,” Kyle pleaded, turning to Olivia.

She laughed and gave a quick rundown of what happened to her apartment. Even Kevin and Lydia got into the story, making sympathetic noises when she told them how half her belongings got ruined and how her landlord offered her a measly $500 as compensation.

“How nice of you to let her stay with you, Sammy-poo.” Kevin’s grin grew as he used the childhood nickname Sammy despised. “You’re a stand-up guy.”

“Sammy’s always been a gentleman,” Lydia piped up. “Don’t you agree, Olivia?”

“So, since you’re roommates, do you bang every night?” Lyle asked before Olivia could respond. “What?” His tone turned defensive beneath his older cousins’ glares. “Isn’t that the point of having a roommate of the opposite sex?”

“No, dumbass. Stop making Olivia uncomfortable or I’m kicking you out of the tub,” Sammy threatened.

Lyle scowled. “You can’t kick me out. It’s not your tub.”

“Anyway.” Edison’s loud voice interrupted their bickering. He wore an annoyed frown, clearly irritated that their attention wasn’t focused on him. “We all know Sammy’s great, yadda yadda. But you should’ve come to me, Olivia.” He slicked a hand over his hair. “I’m a lawyer. I could’ve sued the hell out of your landlord and gotten you a huge settlement. I’m that good. Did I tell you I made partner?”

“You made partner?” Kyle’s eyes widened, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

Edison had, of course, seized any and all opportunities to brag about his new partner status throughout the day. There was a running bet among some of the Yu’s as to how many times he would utter the P-word that weekend. Sammy had bet ten bucks on thirty to forty. Hell, they were already at thirteen, and it was only the first day.

He covered up his laugh with a cough as Edison glared at the football player. He took it back—the twins weren’t that bad.

“That’s all right.” Discomfort filled Olivia’s face. “I didn’t want to sue anyone. I just wanted a clean place to live.”

Sammy had been nervous as fuck about seeing Edison and Olivia in the same room before the trip. Memories of their kiss still haunted him, and he’d had no clue what to expect. But the two had mostly ignored each other—which Sammy was more than fine with—until now.

If Edison didn’t stop leering at her, he was going to rip off his cousin’s arms and beat him to death with them.

In any other circumstance, Sammy’s violent thoughts would’ve alarmed him, but this was Edison they were talking about. He would’ve been alarmed if he didn’t have violent thoughts toward the jerk.

“Well, you know you can reach out at any time.” Edison smirked. “You have my number.”

What the fuck?

Sammy’s head snapped toward Olivia, who looked like she wanted to sink beneath the water and stay there. Why the fuck did she have Edison’s number? Had their kiss been more than a kiss? Had they dated, and Sammy didn’t know about it?

Lydia leaned over with a worried frown. “You okay? There’s a vein throbbing in your forehead,” she whispered.

“I’m fine.” Or I will be after I murder Eddie in the most gruesome way possible.

His sister-in-law looked unconvinced.

“Actually, I don’t,” Olivia said stiffly. “I got a new phone years ago and lost all my contacts.”

Lie. She still had Sammy’s contact, at least.

“Wait. You guys knew each other before this?” Lyle’s head swiveled between Olivia and Edison. “How?”

Olivia’s mouth opened, but Edison beat her to the punch. “Oh, we met when I visited Sammy in New York. Remember when he was interning for NASA?” He chuckled. “Good ol’ days. Everyone thought he would be a big-time engineer or something along those lines, but he turned out to be a...baker. Which is fine. But it ain’t NASA. Right, Sammy boy?”

A heavy, awkward silence suffused the air.

“Uh, we’re gonna grab some snacks,” Kyle said. “Man, we’re hungry.”

“Yeah, we’re growing boys.” Lyle