As usual, I ignored them.
“Sure,” I said. “It gives me something juicy to put in my memoirs.”
He threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was deep and nice so I laughed with him.
“You got that right,” he told me when he was done laughing.
I got over feeling weird and gave him a big smile.
“Matt.”
Both our heads swung to Luke who hadn’t moved but now his arms were crossed on his chest, his legs were planted and his brows were knit. He looked kind of pissed off, which was confusing. Maybe he wasn’t a morning person.
Matt looked at his feet and chuckled. I threw Luke a look, walked to the counter and plopped my purse and keys on it, digging for my cell.
“I need to go out,” I announced, still digging in my purse. “Get a diet pop.”
This was met with silence. I located my cell and yanked it out, flipping it open and glancing at Luke. Matt had come closer and both of them were staring at me.
“Diet pop?” Luke asked.
“Do you have any?” I returned.
“No.”
“Then I need to get some.”
“It’s seven o’clock in the morning,” Luke told me.
“I know.”
“You drink diet pop at seven in the morning?” Luke asked.
“Well… yeah. I need to wash the toothpaste taste out of my mouth.”
Luke and Matt kept staring at me.
I looked at my cell. Six missed calls.
Crap.
I pressed buttons on my cell, my eyes on it, and said, “I’ll just get dressed and pop out.”
I really did need diet pop to wash the taste of toothpaste out of my mouth. However, this had the double duty of being my excuse to get the hell out of there so my Diet Pop Destination was my very own fridge.
“Do you mind?” I heard Luke ask and my head came up. “Ava and me need to talk.”
Matt was grinning at me again. “You need anything else?” he asked me, amusement in his voice. “Breakfast?”
I looked at Matt then at Luke. “No, really, I’ll go.”
“You’re not going,” Luke said.
I narrowed my eyes at Luke. “I’m going.”
“Matt’s goin’.” Luke returned.
I opened my mouth to say something but Matt moved. “No problem. Diet pop,” Matt said.