Page 114 of Biggest Player
Chokes.
Begins laughing so loud—and so long—I hold my phone away from my ear to wait her out.
“Oh my God, I’m literally dying right now,” she gasps. “I can’t. You are not that guy.”
I am that guy.
“If I don’t produce a realistic, homemade-looking pasta dish, she’s going to think I lied.”
Another cackle and Carrie is lost to me again, laughing her ass off on the other side of town.
“Would you knock it off, this is serious,” I sternly tell her, frowning.
“Is it, though? Is it serious?”
“I hate you.” Why am I her friend?
“No you don’t, you’re just pouting because I don’t have time to drop everything and race over.” She wheezes. “What time is your date coming over?”
“Six.”
“Dude, it’s already four! You cannot make lasagna in this short amount of time! You’re going to have to order it, you have no other option. Unless you want to eat at eight. It takes forever to bake.”
Anytime Carrie calls me dude, I know she isn’t fucking around.
“Shit.”
“Yeah—shit is right. Order it and see what happens. Actually, does your date even eat? Most of them don’t.”
I scowl. “This one is a normal person, of course she’s going to eat.”
“A normal person? Like. Normal?”
“Yes. She’s a teacher, for your information.”
I tilt my chin, bragging to my friend that my date isn’t my typical type.
Carrie lets out a low whistle. “Wow. Seriously?”
“Yes. And she has kids.” Well, she has one kid, but that’s like having several.
“Holy shit. You’re being serious right now.”
Why would she think I wasn’t being serious?
“Oddly enough.” I laugh. “I’m flattered you find all of this so shocking.” I feel like it gives me an edge. Makes me cool.
Carrie hesitates. “Huh. Well. If she’s coming at six, you better quit screwing around and order that food before they don’t have what you need.”
True. “Okay, boss.”
“Good luck,” she mutters. “You’ll probably need it.”
Chapter 26
Margot
Holy crap—his house is huge.
