“It wasn’t like that,” he says, and one side of his mouth ratchets up a tiny bit higher than the other. Unable to resist, I tease, “Is ‘being a friend’ code for getting your dick sucked in the backseat?”Ī laugh bursts from his throat. “Come on now, Dimples.” He immediately reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dollar bill, stuffing it in the jar. There’s zero weirdness on this end because you know where I stand. When could you possibly have noticed me leaving?” “Besides, you had your wicked way with me yesterday and then barely looked at me tonight. “I was making sure she didn’t try to drive,” he says.
“You mean Aubrey,” he says, nodding as if the pieces are finally coming together for him. I have zero doubt Luke Sutter could charm his way out of almost anything. Luke laughs and I know the second he’s pulled himself together because he smiles and it’s a magic trick the way the cocky-jock-curtain parts across his face. “I think we both know I’m not talking about Dylan.” I smile, knowing I’ve inadvertently cracked an enormous mystery among my friends: Who in the ever-loving hell is Not-Joe? It takes me a second to realize he means Not-Joe. “You mean Dylan?” He turns his cocktail napkin so that it’s facing logo side up, too. He’s been so calm and smooth all this time, seeing him like this is like watching a gazelle play cards with a lion. I wonder now if Luke has a tell, too, and if that’s what I’m seeing in the subtle way he’s fidgeting. Apparently I still do it she says it’s my tell. My mom says when I was younger, she could always tell when I was lying or stalling for time: I’d frown and scrunch my brows together until I had this little line in the center of my forehead. “ ‘Come back in’?” Luke sets his beer down in front of him and spins the coaster so the logo is facing up.
He’s in the middle of taking a drink when I say this, and his eyes widen over the top of it. “Here all night,” I say, and I hope my smile is the appropriate balance of friendly yet distant. He’s still smiling as if he’s genuinely happy to see me, and damn if that same pull isn’t still there between us, drawing the hesitation out of me.
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