Faith took the cover off the casserole dish to reveal lasagna.
“Faith makes the most awesome lasagna,” Serena said with a sign.
“Everything Faith cooks is awesome,” Julie said.
They all filled their plates and headed into the living room. Julie flopped onto the couch, next to Angelina, while Faith and Serena sat cross-legged on the floor in front of them.
“You may as well ask,” Angelina said in resignation. “I can practically see the questions rolling around in your heads.”
“What’s the deal with you and Connor?” Julie asked bluntly.
Angelina looked up in confusion. That wasn’t a question she’d expected.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Julie, chill,” Serena reproached. “We’re nosy, yes, but it’s none of our business.”
“Yeah, and if you have a prayer of making her talk, you probably shouldn’t piss her off,” Faith pointed out.
Angelina burst out laughing. “Are you people for real?”
Serena smiled. “We’re really not total bitches.”
“Speak for yourself,” Julie said cheekily.
Serena shot her a dark glance.
“Anyway, as I was saying we’re just really curious about you,” Julie continued. “Micah is special to us all...”
Sudden understanding came to Angelina. If it hadn’t been so patently absurd, she’d have laughed. But what she wanted to do more was cry.
“I think I understand,” Angelina said as she set her plate aside. “You’re worried I’m going to hurt Micah.” She had to swallow back the bitter laugh. “You think I’m fucking with him and encouraging Connor or one of the other guys.”
Faith winced. “Well when you put it that way, it sounds pretty bad.”
It wasn’t as if Angelina didn’t already have her heart on the line. When it came to Micah, she had no pride. And really why should she be ashamed to let it out? She hadn’t done anything wrong, not unless throwing yourself at an unwilling guy was a crime.
“First, there is nothing going on between me and Connor. I just met the man a few days ago when he and Nathan came by Micah’s apartment. Then at lunch Connor, Nathan and Gray came by the café where I work.”
“And they say women are nosy,” Julie said dryly. “I’ll have to give Nathan shit over this.”
“I asked if they knew of any cheap places to rent. I can’t—couldn’t stay with Micah. Connor told me about this place and then he and Gray moved the stuff in.” She glanced over at Faith. “Thank you by the way for the furniture. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
Faith smiled. “Was glad to help.”
“So that’s it?” Julie asked, a confused look on her face. “I mean Connor’s calling you sweetie and shit. It’s not like the man to get all soft like that.”
Angelina sighed, knowing this tale was only going to get more involved and more humiliating for her. Part of her wondered why she didn’t just tell them to mind their own damn business and get the hell out. The other part of her latched on to the possibility of understanding and friendship. Even if that was a naïve notion.
“If I had to guess, Connor feels sorry for me,” she said carefully. “They all feel sorry for me.”
The three women exchanged puzzled glances.
“Why would they feel sorry for you?” Serena asked gently.
“Because Micah couldn’t be more obvious in his disinterest in me. And apparently I’m too obvious with the fact that I want him.”
Faith’s mouth formed an O, and Julie frowned, sympathy and understanding flashing in her eyes.
“What the hell’s wrong with Micah?” Julie demanded. “You’re flipping gorgeous.”
Angelina smiled wanly. “Thank you. I should correct my statement. He’s attracted to me. There’s plenty of chemistry, but he doesn’t want to want me. He’s quite adamant about it. And the thing is, he’s still living in the past. There’s a lot you guys don’t know about him from before he came to Houston. I hadn’t realized how much he’s kept buried.”
The others exchanged glances again, and Serena looked decidedly guilty. “Well we know about his past. Now, I mean. We didn’t before.” She looked unhappily at the others. “You see? I should have never let you guys pry that information out of me. It wasn’t mine to share, and now it’s going to get back to both Damon and Micah, I know it.”
“Micah won’t hear it from me,” Angelina muttered. “We aren’t exactly speaking very much.”
“He feels so guilty over what happened,” Serena said gently.
Angelina flushed and wished the floor could open up and swallow her.
“What does he feel guilty for?” Julie demanded. “Clearly you didn’t tell us everything.”