Page 24 of The Friend Situation

You’re too easy to please.

Carlee

We both know that’s a lie.

The vehicle rolls to a stop on the curb in front of Frankie’s. The sign might be faded, and the windows are covered in grime, but the aroma is irresistible. They serve the best burgers in the city, and my mouth waters at the thought.

As soon as I enter, the bell above the door clanks against the glass, announcing my presence. I check my watch, a wave of guilt washing over me as I move toward the counter, knowing I’m late.

Frankie stands with his arms crossed, an exaggerated glare etched on his face. Not a good sign.

“Apologies,” I say, shaking my head with a laugh, hoping to defuse his irritation.

“When Lexi told me she was sendingyou, I knew you’d be an hour and a half late. I didn’t start on the order because this food is made to be eaten fresh,” he says, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.

I let out a relieved breath. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“You’re right,” he barks out. “Youoweme, Calloway.”

“I had a drink with a friend and lost track of time,” I explain, offering a faint smile as I think about Carlee.

“With your secret girlfriend?” he questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Please,” I tell him firmly. “You know that’s bullshit.”

“Is it?” Frankie watches me closely, his gaze sharp and unwavering, but I don’t answer. His smirk tells me he’s enjoying this. “You always have an excuse. At least the secret girlfriend one is plausible and forgivable.”

“Can I get one of those colas in a bottle?” I ask, glancing at the fridge packed with colorful drinks.

He pops the top with a satisfying crack and hands it to me, the icy bottle cool against my fingers. I sit in one of the mismatched chairs and wobbly tables that threaten to topple over.

I have to sober up.

The last thing I want is to walk into Easton’s as drunk as Carlee. My brother istoosmart and pays attention to details. He’ll see right through me, as he always does.

Fifteen minutes pass in a blur as I scroll through my text conversations with her. The flirting is undeniable, and a smile creeps onto my lips, one I try to suppress but can’t.

“Why are you cheesing like that?” Frankie asks, his voice cutting through my daydream.

He holds up two large paper bags. The scent of food floats through the air, causing my mouth to water. He hands me the sacks, and they’re heavier than I expected.

“Holy shit. What did they order?”

He shakes his head with amusement. “You know, I’ve seen that same expression on your brother’s face.”

“Not sure what you’re talking about. You’re imagining things,” I reply.

“Enjoy yourdatetonight,” he mumbles, grabbing my empty soda bottle and placing it in the recycling bin with a clattering thud. The sound echoes through the small dining room as he opensthe door for me with exaggerated chivalry that makes me roll my eyes.

I walk outside, the bags snug in my grasp. “Date?”

“It’s four meals—Lexi’s and Easton’s orders, plus yours and Carlee’s.”

“See ya, Frankie,” I say, sucking in cool, fresh air.

“Hot damn. Carleeisyour secret girlfriend.”

I roll my eyes again. “God, not you too. Also, keep that shit quiet. That’s how rumors get started.”

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