Page 14 of Most Likely to Fear Love

“Um, I’m a bit confused. Why is he an asshole for buying a car?” Annie asking the hard questions.

“Because that’s my car! I’ve always wanted one of those!”

“Oh. Well, that is shitty of him.”

“It gets worse!” Another big sip. “He told me I was going to work on it with him. Didn’t ask, mind you! Told me. Because I’m the best in the shop at doing the really delicate rewiring work.”

“I honestly can’t stand this guy.”

“Yeah, me either.”

It was very clear that Emily and Maya were just humoring Hannah, but she didn’t realize. “Thank you! He’s such an ass. And now I’m going to be staying back after hours, just him and me…”

Maya raised her brows, green eyes shining mischievously. “Working on apassionproject.”

Mia’s lips twitched. “Vibing.”

Emily gave a wicked grin. “Just two hotties, all alone at night.”

“With hot weather just around the corner,” Poppy added, fanning herself dramatically.

Sammy tilted her head, feigning innocence. “He’ll definitely need to take his shirt off to work.”

Hannah gulped down the last of her whiskey and narrowed her eyes. “Har har. It’s not arriving for months, but still, fuck the lot of you. I need another drink.”

The moment Hannah was out of earshot, Maya pulled her wallet out. “I’m putting a fiver on them banging. Who’s in?”

Emily tapped her finger to her lips, a devious glint in her brown eyes. “How about we make it interesting. How long do we give them before it starts?”

“Oooh, good one,” Poppy chimed, tossing her hair.

“Two weeks,” Sammy put in confidently.

I laughed. “No way! She’ll hold out, for sure.”

“A month?” Maya challenged, winking.

“Yeah, at least,” I countered.

Mia held up her hand, ticking off imaginary weeks with her fingers. “Okay, I’m gonna say six weeks, then.”

“I’ll go eight,” Poppy declared, crossing her arms like she’d solved a mystery.

“Put me down for five,” Emily said with a smirk.

Maya leaned back, sizing up the odds. “I’ll stick with four weeks.”

Sammy tapped the table, calculating. “Well, it might not be two weeks, but she won’t last long, so I’ll split the difference and say three weeks.” She cocked a brow at me. “You in, Cass?”

“Against my own sister? I wouldn’t dare.”

“How about you, Annie?”

Annie bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Leave me out of it, thanks all the same.”

HARLE

Idrummed my fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at the clock on my dashboard for what felt like the hundredth time. Three thirty. Cassidy was half an hour late, and I was starting to wonder if she was okay. From the little I knew about her, this was pretty out of character.

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