Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,5
he needed a cool girl friend. Yes, separate words—not girlfriend, girl friend.
I was the jellyfish girl, Zuri the friend, the phlebotomist, ‘blood chick’, and now the chick with cum on her ear.
But he didn’t know the truth about who I really was—not that it would’ve made a difference. No guy friend zones a girl immediately unless he’s just not into her.
I’d also been in that zone for eight months now. That was proof enough that I needed to accept it, embrace the friendship, and move the hell on.
Chapter Two
Garrett
Shoving the rolled up pancake in my mouth, I used my now free hands to shove my phone and wallet back into my pocket, nabbing my keys as I moved to the door.
“Where you going?” my brother, Raul, asked as he followed behind me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I lifted my hand to hold onto the end of the pancake and bit off the chunk in my mouth. “Why are you interested?”
“Well, you hijacked my breakfast with my wife, then you asked her if she had a gift bow—a pink one—that you could use. Then you grabbed a pancake and rolled it up, and now you’re almost running out the door.”
Chewing slowly, I mulled it over. Mm, nope, not that weird. “And your point is?”
“All of that’s unusual for you, man, so spill,” he snapped, throwing his arm out in frustration.
Shoving another bite in my mouth, I moved my head like I was thinking about telling him. Then I remembered how just days ago he’d put one of those fucking pods Rose had bought in amongst the normal ones, and I hadn’t realized until I’d gotten to work that I had blue teeth.
I’d had to go through a full day with a blue mouth, and that shit makes a difference when you’re arresting someone.
So, no, he could suffer. He could also suffer while he waited for me to get my revenge—something I was drawing out by showing up when he least expected it, making him brace repeatedly for what I was going to do.
With that in mind, I swallowed and pointed at my front teeth. “You’ve got a little something…” and then turned and walked out of the door, leaving him in full-blown paranoia as he scrubbed his mouth.
The ferret jizz.
Ambling to my truck, I waved at the neighbors who were out and about and then got into the vehicle as I shoved the last piece of pancake in my mouth. While I was chewing it, I reached over for the housewarming gift for Zuri and stuck the pink bow on it. Technically, the box had two presents inside it, but still.
A knock on the window had me biting back a smile, assuming it was Raul, but instead, it was Mrs. O’Jones, who lived two houses away. The woman was eighty-nine, had a shock of white hair and hands that could hardly hold anything with how arthritic they were. But she was a beautiful flirt, and my brother and I would do anything for her.
Hitting the button for the window, I leaned on the door with a smile. “Well, now there’s the most beautiful woman in the world. You stood me up for our date last night.”
“Oh,” she giggled, waving me off with a misshapen hand. “People would be gossiping if we went out dancing.”
“Your daddy said it would be okay for me to take you out, Mizz O’Jones,” I lied, seeing as how her daddy was probably alive when the first draft of the bible was written. “You broke my heart.” I clutched my chest, giving her a pout and smiling when I saw her cheeks flush bright red.
“My daddy did no such thing. He’d have chased you with his shotgun if he’d seen you when I was younger.”
“Nah, he’d just have shot me before I even took a step toward you.” Leaning closer to her, I made a point of looking around us, then whispered, “Just as well he doesn’t know about us then.”
I swear she laughed so hard I thought she was going to pass out for a second, then wiped her eyes with a lace-edged hanky that’d materialized out of nowhere. “I was just coming to tell you that I hoped she likes the presents and good luck.”
Mrs. O’Jones was my Zuri partner in crime. I’d had both items sent to her because I wanted them to be a secret. If I had them delivered to work, everyone would ask about them, and my plan would be for shit.