you give another cashier an interesting story?”
“Nah. But maybe next time.” She smiles and wipes a few raindrops from her cheeks.
“Why the he… heck did you walk here?” At least I caught the swear this time. Didn’t realize I was so bad at that.
She shrugs and follows me into the kitchen. So much for cleanin’ everything before she got here. “I like the rain.”
“I was goin’ to pick you up. You never answered my texts.”
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t have my phone on me today.”
Her eyes drop to the floor as she sits on the bar stool. Is that all she’s going to say about it?
“Uh, am I going to have to ask?”
“Ask what?”
“Why you don’t have your phone.” I rip the bag of chips open and dump some in a bowl. Guess I didn’t have to worry so much about the corn chip smell.
“We’re not going to talk about it.” Her voice is stern, but she’s smilin’ with her eyes, so I know she’s not all that serious.
“Drop it in the toilet or somethin’?”
I could listen to her laugh all day. She shoves my shoulder and rolls her eyes. “No. But it is a bit… waterlogged.”
Before I can ask what she means, she grabs a chip, sniffs it, and then jams it in her mouth.
“Okay, so these aren’t as bad as I thought. You’ve got good taste.”
“Told you.” Laughing, I open the fridge and pull out two cans of Coke and nod to the front room. “You want to play another game?” I’m up for another slaughter, since that was crazy hot.
“Ooh!” She hops off the stool and skips into the next room. “Let’s see what you got…”
The small of her back peeks out from her shirt as she crouches. Her wet clothes cling tight to her skin, showin’ off some serious curves. Goin’ to have to sit down or adjust or something. That is damn sexy. She looks so… soft. Not like bony chicks, but someone who holds their own. If I hold her, I know she won’t break.
“Brody?”
“Uh, sorry. What?”
She waves a game in the air by her face, but yeah, I don’t know what it is.
“You okay with this one?”
I’m okay with anythin’ right now. “Yup.” I put the food down and grab the game from her. She plops on the couch, not even caring she’s sitting on some unfolded laundry, and she’s still soakin’ wet.
“Prepare to be annihilated!”
I laugh and just as I pop in the game, the TV shuts off. The X-Box goes out too. I glance at the clock. Blank.
Well, so much for that.
The fizzle of Hayles opening her Coke brings my attention to her again. She’s smilin’—I like that about her. Nothing gets her down—and she takes a sip before sayin’, “Guess we get to play something else.”
Reason 10: You are the FHF—Freaking Hot Friend
“And what is that?” I sit next to her, closer than I would have if it was someone else, but far enough away so I don’t touch her.
Damn, she’s cute. She tucks her legs under her butt and leans toward me like the idea she has should make me just as excited.
“Twenty questions.”
I raise my eyebrows. She wants to play twenty questions? Does she realize how dangerous a game that is?
“You sure?” I say, a smile breaking through. “‘Cause you may regret that.”
She giggles. “Is that a challenge?”
Competitive. Girl keeps gettin’ hotter and hotter. “Definitely a challenge.”
“Okay then, rules.”
“There are rules?”
“In my version.”
How many people has she played this with?
Don’t get jealous, Brody. She’s never been on a date, remember?
“Okay…”
“You have to answer every question, but you do get one,” she holds a finger up, “that you can choose to plead the fifth. But choose wisely. Once you’ve used it, then that’s it!”
That’s not so bad. She already knows about Quynn, and besides that, there’s really nothin’ I have to hide.
“Also, twenty questions means twenty total. Ten for you, ten for me. And any question counts as one, so if you ask any follow-ups, they count toward your ten.”
“Got it.” Hope she’s ready for this. I’m dyin’ to know more about her.
She adjusts her towel and shivers slightly. I’m such a douche. Girl’s probably freezin’ her ass off.
“Hang on.” I fling myself over the back of the couch and race to my room. Sweet, I got a clean sweater and a blanket I can give her. I spray a little cologne on them though ‘cause they live in the ass room.
“Here,” I say handing her my stuff. “You look