Page 15 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

“He’s already told me she can’t date until she’s forty.” Callie laughs. “And even that might be too soon.”

A text pops up on my phone. “Callie, I have to go. The movers are here.”

“Okay, we’ll talk later. I’m glad you found a place.”

“Me too. Give Addie a hug for me.”

“I will. Bye!”

I end the call and go out to the hall, gasping when I see that not a single thing has been moved. I race up to Towel Guy’s door and knock on it.

He doesn’t answer. Maybe he didn’t hear me.

I knock again. “Hey!” I yell, wishing I could remember his name. “I need to talk to you!”

The door opens, but it’s not Towel Guy. It’s some other guy who’s just as good looking as Towel Guy. But his muscles arebigger, almost to that bulging, veiny stage I don’t like, putting Towel Guy slightly ahead in the looks department.

Why am I thinking about this? Focus, Trina. Focus!

“Hey,” the guy says, smiling at me. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I’m Trina. I live next door. I need to speak to that other guy. Is he home?”

“What other guy?”

“The one who lives here. Tall. Blond hair.”

Why am I describing him? This guy obviously knows who I’m talking about if he’s at Towel Guy’s apartment.

Before he can answer, Towel Guy, who is now wearing clothes, comes up behind Muscle Guy.

“Do you not know my name?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“You said you’d clean out the hallway.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“It’s still a mess. Nothing’s been moved.”

“You didn’t say it had to be done right away.”

“I told you the movers were coming any minute.”

“I didn’t catch the any-minute part of the conversation.”

“Okay, well, they’re here so could you move your stuff?”

“I would, but we’re heading out.” He points to Muscle Guy. “This is Cole, by the way. He lives upstairs. Second floor.”

“Hi,” I say to the guy. I glance down the hall and see the movers. “Down here!” I yell at them. I look back at Towel Guy. “Will you please move your stuff?”

“You really can’t remember my name?” Towel Guy asks, folding his arms over his chest. “Jenna introduced us less than an hour ago.”

“I’m not good with names.”

Actually, I’m very good with names, just not when they’re attached to super hot guys that make my brain stop working.

“We should get going,” Cole says to Towel Guy.

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