Page 70 of To Hate Adam Connor

“I’m waiting.”

“Fine. Jesus. I never forced you to tell me something like this.”

She let out a loud laugh. “Are you sure? Think more thoroughly. You did way worse to me. I still remember you texting Jason on my behalf, saying I was single. One hundred percent.”

“You should thank me. You ended up marrying the guy, didn’t you?”

“Don’t change the subject, Lucy. Tell me what happened over there or I’m not letting you in, and I’m definitely not sending you a copy of my book. You should hear what Jasmine is saying about it. She thinks it’s fantastic.”

“I think you’ve been hanging out with me for far too long; you’re starting to act like me.”

“Spill. It.”

I held my hands up. “All right. All right. Calm your tits, woman. I thought Aiden would be there, but he wasn’t home yet, so Adam offered to let me wait for him to get there.”

“You’re doing good, keep going.”

Despite the situation, I laughed and got closer to the glass.

“Fine. He kissed me,” I whispered, just loud enough so she could hear me. “Then I slapped him because he was kissing his sister.”

Olive’s eyes widened.

“Then he kissed the shit out of me again. And I kissed him back. Then just when I was about to lower myself on his lap and feel the size of his dick before I could die from curiosity, Dan the Man came in.”

“You suck, Lucy. I have no idea what the hell any of this means. He kissed you and his sister, and you slapped him?”

I nodded, feeling proud of myself. “Well, close enough. He kissed me after I told him about Catherine and my curse.”

She moved closer, pressing her forehead against the glass, shock all over her face. “You told him about the curse?”

Another quick nod. “After the slap, he kissed me again, and, meh…” I paused for a beat and then shrugged. “It was better, I guess. At least he wasn’t gentle. The slap must’ve helped.”

“I hate you,” she said.

“And that’s exactly what I told him, too. He said he thinks he likes me, so I told him I hate him.”

A big smile stretched across Olive’s lips. “Adam Connor loooves you.”

I gave her a bored stare. “I didn’t say that, now, did I?”

“And you’re totally falling in love with him.”

I snickered and shook my head. “If you say so, crazy. Now open the door, I told you everything.”

She turned her back to me and leaned against the glass door, giving me a coy look over her shoulder. “I’m going to write a book about your love with Adam. It’s going to be epic.”

“I’m not falling in love with him, for God’s sake.”

“You will. And I’m gonna love every second of it.”

“I’m cursed, remember, Olive? Quit playing and open the door, it’s getting cold out here.”

“Please, we are in LA, it’s September, how cold could it get? And I’m sure Adam already warmed you up. Maybe I should text him. Where is your phone?”

“Olive! I swear to God...” I banged on the glass. “Open the damn door! You’re becoming a mini me, and I’m not liking it. There can only be one of us. You should be the calm, sensible one, not the one who leaves her friend out in the cold for coyotes to eat just so she can learn what’s going on! That’s what I’d do!”

“I learned from the best.”

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