Exactly.I smirk as I toss my phone into the cup holder. Hook baited.
I grab it again when the messages start coming in.
Grimes:
Now I’m craving loaded mac and cheese.
Me:
You live right there. Your girl owns the place. Get you some.
Boone:
And the pretzel bites. Damn.
Me:
We cook instead. Steaks, crab legs. What else am I grabbing?
Another pause, and then a burst of messages.
Boone:
Wait. You’re suggesting we cook?
Me:
I can man a grill and boil water.
Hart:
Bro. But do you know anything about seasoning?
Grimes:
Where are we doing this, and what time? Lo and the girls are heading to Iz’s new pad in the village for a housewarming thing at like seven.
Grinning, I send:
Me:
New place? Why don’t we make them dinner there?
Boone:
Not sure about busting in on their night.
Me:
Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be real pissed if someone, us, feeds them for once.
Hart:
Ry’s on a steak kick. I’ll make a dessert.
Hunt:
Does she even have a grill?