“Jesus, Iz, really?” I sigh.
“Fine, what?” she snaps.
I shake my head when I realize what I was about to say will probably fuck everything I think I am working toward.
“How good would it look to be telling someone who owns part of my ass I don’t have time?”
That hits right, and she rolls her neck. “Fine.”
I smile. “And it was for Wile. We’ve bonded.”
“He’s going to singlehandedly out … whatever this was.”
Is, Iz.
I walk around the table and sit. “Check this out.”
“What?” she asks, sounding … defeated.
“Your dad’s going to pimp out Wile’s ride.”
“Did you tell him you’ve been there?”
I arch a brow. “You really think two dates in and I’d be?—”
“They were not dates; they were hookups.” She throws her hands in the air. “We fucked. Stop trying to make it a thing.”
“You get I leave here tomorrow, and I don’t like seeing you like this, Iz.”
“Well, maybe this is fucking me.”
“I mean, cool?”
“Cool?” she huffs.
“Yeah.” All right, this is fucked up. I run my hand through my hair. “I mean, I can work with whatever version you wanna give me.”
“We. Are. Not. A?—”
“Hey, Iz.” I jam my finger on the table. “This wasn’t planned. This morning, the guys, then the girls, neither was planned. It’s a lot, but I’m not running, you feel me?”
“Pfft, feel me?”
I stand. “Heads-up, tonight, the guys and I are?—”
“It’s not my business what you and the guys are doing,” she hisses.
I bend down and pet Wile. “Take care of Iz, you sexy beast. Hope to.”
I stop yammering when the bells above the door jingle, and Jake and Sarah walk in.
“We’ve got cups.”
She whispers, “Do not just walk out of here so I have to?—”
“Like it or not, Iz,” I cut her off as I stand, “I got your fucking back.” I smile as I turn toward her parents. “Thank you.”
Chapter 19