Page 47 of Considering Us

“Contessa’s good, dude. You should go out with them for dinner here and there.”

“I’ve got enchiladas,” he grumbled. “And cookies!” He turned to Heath. “Have you had her cookies?”

“Um, I don’t think so.”

“You’ve never had one of my cookies?” I asked, dumbfounded. I hadn’t given him my famous cookies. Kyle probably had eaten two hundred that fall alone.

“Nope. I think the only thing I’ve had that you’ve made is that chicken pot pie we had at your parents’ house.”

The whole thing felt so strange; I was a cook. It was my livelihood, the center of my life. And the guy who I sort of considered my boyfriend had barely tried anything I hadcreated. I hadn’t eventhoughtof it. “Well, then, I guess you need one. Take two,” I said, holding out a plate toward him and David.

“Good, huh?” asked David, his mouth full of chocolate chips.

“These are great,” Heath said, clearly enjoying them.

“You should come to LA with Dev,” David said, not shifting his eyes from the screen.

“Really?” Heath asked and then looked up at me. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t know what to think.

“It would be cool,” David said. “You’ll get floor seats to see us play the Clippers. I’ll pay for your plane ticket, too.”

“Um, can you get time off from work?” I asked. Part of me wanted him to say no, and the other part of me had no idea what I wanted.

“Probably,” he said. “I never take vacation.”

“It’ll be quick,” I said. “We’re only going to be gone for three days total, with the first and third days mostly for travel. And as soon as we land in LA and drop our bags at the hotel, we need to start food prep right away. And we have to stay at a hotel with a kitchen, so it’s not the super posh hotel the team stays at. It’s a whole thing. It’s definitely not a vacation.”

“I’d be with you,” he said with a wink. “Plus, like David said, floor seats.”

“Yes, bro,” David said, high-fiving him.

“Okay, so I guess we’ll see you in LA,” I said, bringing the cooler bags to the door. “Heath, would you mind running down and asking the valet to get the car? I just need to work out some payment stuff with David.”

“No problem,” he said, standing up and shaking David’s hand before grabbing the bags to bring to the Jeep. “I’ll be watching you on TV until then.”

“You got it. I’ll try to get more than ten tomorrow night.”

As soon as Heath was in the elevator, I gave David a dirty look. He pursed his lips and shook his head at me.

“Really?” First, my dad, now David.

“Nope,” he said with a shrug.

“Why not?”

“I like him, Dev. He’s a good guy. But no. Not for you.”

“Why the hell did you invite him to go to LA with me then?”

“I just told you I like him! I wanted to give him floor seats.”

“You could’ve done that for tomorrow night here at freaking TD Garden.”

David laughed. “I guess you’re right.”

“Ugh!” I growled, throwing my hands up in the air before I pressed the elevator button.

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