Page 41 of A Pizza My Heart

“Duty? Tomorrow? What’s happening?”

“Didn’t you hear?” His lips curl into a grin. “I’m your new waiter. See you tomorrow, boss.”

I gulp as he pushes through the door, disappearing into the dark night.

We’re Foster and Wren.

We can do this.

I hope.

Slice Six

Foster

Is that a board poking my ass or is this couch just happy to see me?is the first thought to run through my head as I stir awake, the smell of pot pulling me from my slumber.

Winston must be home.

I lie here a moment longer, trying to will myself back to sleep, but now that it’s awake, my brain won’t shut down.

Did last night really happen? Did Wren agree to date me?

Albeit fake date me, but still.

“You up?”

I roll over as best I can on the tiny couch to see Winston kicked back in the recliner, a fat-ass joint resting between his lips at six in the morning.

I scrub a hand over my face and push myself into a sitting position. “It’s official: this is the worst couch I’ve ever slept on.”

Another groan escapes as I clasp my hands together and reach skyward, trying to get my back to pop and my body to align itself again.

The one thing I miss about Cali—other than my friends, of course—is the king-sized bed I had to leave behind.

Okay, maybe not that specific king-sized bed considering my ex hadseveralother men in it while I was working all kinds of crazy hours, but a king-sized bed in general would be nice right about now.

Mike must hear my voice because he comes bounding into the living room, tail twitching and excitement running through him. The two-year-old yellow Lab pushes at my hands, wanting me to pet him.Pfft. Like he has to beg.

“Seriously, man,” I say, scratching at Mike, wrapping him between my arms and giving him the attention he’s begging for. “I think I can feel a board poking through.”

“You can,” Winston confirms. “But you’re lucky I’m letting you sleep on it at all. Do you know how many happy endings you’ve ruined by staying out here?”

I cringe. “Please tell me you don’t bang chicks on this, dude…”

“What? You expect me to take them to my bedroom?” He huffs. “Not likely.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“Relax,” he says, hitting the joint between his fingers again. He holds in the smoke for a minute then blows it out. “I use air freshener on it all the time.”

“An air freshener isnotgoing to clean out the jizz.”

“Please—I make sure she can swallow before bringing her home.”

“You’re such a pig, Winston.”

“An honest pig, thank you very much.” He takes another hit. Hold. Blow. “You start at Slice today?”

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