My body froze and a thrill ran up my back. It was a good thrill, maybe even a great thrill, definitely a vibrator-cheating thrill and I stared at him.
“What is it?”
“Be here tonight when you’re done with your friends.”
I did not think so.
“Luke, just tell me.”
“Be here tonight.”
I would have put my hands on my h*ps if my arms weren’t full. Instead, I hitched a hip and put a foot out in Bitch Attitude Stance.
“Tell me.”
“Tonight.”
I glared at him. He watched me.
Then he turned away, threw another chunk of melon into his mouth and started to make coffee.
I made the instant decision that there was no way I was coming to his loft that night.
Fuck that.
And he couldn’t make me pay him anything unless he sent me a goddamned invoice. That, I would gladly pay.
On that thought, I stomped to the bathroom, sucking back some soda and I kicked the door shut with my foot.
Chapter Five
I Need Cookies
I was standing in the cookie section at King Soopers searching for my motivational, healthy living mojo when my phone rang. I dug through my bag, pulled it out and saw “Riley Calling”. I flipped it open and put it to my ear.
“Thank God it’s you, Chips Ahoy or Nutter Butter?” I asked instead of saying hello.
Riley laughed in my ear. “Neither, where are you?”
“King Soopers and I had a shit night. I need processed cookie-type food.”
“No shit night is worth processed cookie-type food,” Riley told me.
He was so wrong.
“Last night was, believe me,” I said.
“Ava, step away from the cookies.”
“No.”
“Do it.”
“No.”
“Step away from the cookies and I’ll bring lunch to your place, one thirty. Deal?”
Holy crap.