Page 9 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“All good.” Grabbing his phone, he wipes it with a napkin and continues texting someone named Aubrey.

“Have a good one.” I force the words through a fake smile.

On the way to my car, I attach a magnet tracker to his rear bumper. When I take care of Ethan later, I want him to remember my face.

“Doyou really need to take our one parking space for your bike?” I frown at Leon while I take off my boots in the entryway of our apartment, stubbing my toe on Jasper’s amp. He keeps leaving it out here along with the tangled up pile of cords.

“Why are you asking stupid questions?” He leans back on the couch we recently picked up from a secondhand furniture store in town.

“What’s a stupid question?” Jasper walks into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another.

“Is that my towel?” I yank it out of his hands. “It is. Seriously? This better not have touched your dick.”

“Chill, I just used it on my hair…” He grabs it back and slings it on a barstool. “Today.”

“I’ll kill you.” The wet towel becomes my ultimate weapon as I grab it and whip his retreating back.

“Ow, you asshole!”

“Are you two done?” Leon asks, shaking his head. “I’ve been waiting all morning to talk about this shit.”

“I’ll be done when Jasper says he’ll stop flossing his ass crack with my towel.” Jaw clenched, I level him with a defiant look.

“I lost my towels in the move and it’s not like you haven’t been all up in there before.”

Leon pushes to stand and grabs a beer from the fridge, hiding his laughter behind his hand.

“One time in college! One fucking time and you’ll never let me live it down. I was drunk and your ass and Sabrina’s ass started to look the same, okay?” I angle my body toward Leon. “Tell him he’s gotta let it go.”

He swallows a long sip and raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not getting involved. This is why I won’t partake in group activities… Lines andbodiesget blurred.”

Following Leon, I grab myself a beer and head over to the couch. “Okay, enough about Jasper’s asshole. Let’s focus on the assholes from the party last night.”

“Nice segue,” Jasper says. He pulls up a chair beside our makeshift dining table and workspace.

Leon sits next to me and immediately tosses a cushion at Jasper. “Christ! Put on some fucking clothes. The way you’re sitting, I can see your balls.”

Jasper snickers and throws the cushion back at his face. “Stop looking then.”

While they argue back and forth until Jasper finally relents, I use the distraction to check my tracker app. The satellite map opens, showing Ethan’s shiny new Mercedes as a blue blinking dot. It looks like he’s parked at a building near the college.

Is Blake still with him? I need to get into her phone and email… find out when this gala will take place. I’m still berating myself for not bringing my cameras into her house yesterday while I broke into the party. There’s so much I could be learning about Blake when I’m not able to be there.

“Alright, while you two arseholes were sleeping…” Leon points at Jasper. “Or out doing who knows what.” He points at me. “I was working.”

“Let me get you a medal,” Jasper grumbles.

“Have you eaten yet?” I ask. “That tone usually means hanger.”

Jasper cocks his head. “Not since last night. I’ll order some pizzas.” He grabs his phone from the coffee table, swiping through apps.

“For fuck’s sake, shut up,” Leon’s irritated voice booms. He’s the most patient out of the three of us but hell, when he gets pissed off, he getspissed off.

We zip our lips and give him our full attention.

“Finally.” He flips his laptop around to show us a photo of a young blonde woman on the screen. “Look familiar?”

“I’d know those lips anywhere,” Jasper says, smirking. “That’s the woman who brought me upstairs. Wild one… The things she wanted to do to me.”

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