Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She folds her arms across her chest. “Aren’t you going to return this salad and get me a new one?”
There’s a whole lot of incredulous packed into her tone.
Noah’s brows skyrocket across his forehead and he gives her an you’re out of your mind look before shaking his head. “Ah, no. I wasn’t planning on it.” He points to the untouched salad on the counter. “Pick the croutons off or don’t eat it, the choice is yours. And the game is back on, so…”
His voice trails off as if no further explanation is necessary.
Which it’s not.
It’s the fucking Titans.
It takes everything I have inside not to stand up and applaud him for finally growing a pair of balls. I don’t have to glance at Daisy to know that she wants to cheer him on.
A rush of color floods into Ashley’s cheeks. “You’re seriously not going to run out and get me another salad?”
With his plate in hand, Noah settles on the couch next to her. His eyes are glued to the television. The third quarter is about to get underway and the game is tight. Which is precisely why Daisy was pissed at the end of the second quarter.
Goddamn, but I love that girl.
I inhale sharply.
No…I don’t love Daisy. But I like her. A lot.
This situation is so much worse than I originally suspected.
“Nope,” Noah says. “Have a slice of pizza. It’ll probably make you feel better.”
It’s not like I claim to understand the inner workings of the female brain, but even I know when to keep my trap shut.
The situation goes from bad to worse.
Although, it’s not my situation, so I’m not about to let it ruin my meal. I grab another slice of pizza and settle on the chair next to Daisy. I give her another disbelieving look. The edges of her lips lift but she doesn’t say a word. Our attention bounces between the game and the Noah/Ashley drama.
Not that I need to add anything more to the growing what-I-like-about-Daisy list, but the girl likes to eat. She doesn’t allow herself to get all hangry like a certain someone else who shall remain nameless.
Yeah, yeah…I hear her bitching and moaning about her weight, but she eats when she’s hungry and exercises a couple times a week to balance it out. Daisy will never be stick thin and I wouldn’t want her that way. I love her curves. They’re sexy as hell.
I shake myself out of those thoughts. This friends-with-benefits thing we’ve got going on can’t last forever. It shouldn’t have even lasted this long.
Ashley makes a strangled noise in her throat and jumps off the couch. She swings toward Noah with her hands planted on her non-existent hips. “If you’re going to ignore me, then I’m leaving!” she hisses before pausing dramatically.
Noah’s eyes bounce from the game to her.
Ashley presses her lips together when he doesn’t respond. “And I’m not coming back!”
His gaze wanders to the game. “I’ll text you in a couple of hours after you’ve had a chance to calm down.”
She screeches out a high-pitched response, but it’s nothing I can decipher, and makes a production about grabbing her purse before stalking through the apartment. “Don’t bother!”
We all wince as the door slams. I glance at Daisy for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes.
Even though Noah doesn’t look away from the TV screen, he says, “I see you two making eyes at each other. What the hell is up with that?”
That question makes me choke on my piece of pizza. Noah glances at his cousin before spearing me with a penetrating stare.
Daisy shrugs. “What? We can’t call a truce for a couple of hours to enjoy the Titans game?”
“It’s been more like a few weeks, but who’s keeping track?” Noah’s eyes narrow and bounce between the two of us.
I’m still working on swallowing the cheese and crust mixture, but it’s lodged uncomfortably in my esophagus.
“It’s actually nice being around you guys when you’re not at each other’s throats,” he admits.
“We’ve turned over a new leaf.” Daisy smiles sweetly and glances my way. “Isn’t that right, Carter?”
Fuck. Why is she putting me on the spot like this?
Unable to speak, I nod.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “In fact, Carter was just saying how we should spend more time together now that we’re getting along so well.”
Noah turns to me with interest. “Is that so?” He shakes his head. “I never thought this day would come. Pigs must be flying out of someone’s ass.”
“Nah,” Daisy says all casual-like. “He’s finally realized what an awesome person I am.”
The ball of pizza wedged in my throat finally makes its way past my windpipe. I grab my Gatorade and guzzle it trying to buy myself some time. I’m sweating bullets. “Yup, that’s right. Daisy is amazing.”
“It only took him three years to figure that out, but better late than never,” she says with a wink.