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“Yeah. Hanging out with him is fun and I promised him I wouldn’t drink all week and he promised me we could hang out. He doesn’t have any friends and he barely speaks at work but when we hang out…he comes alive.” The dreamy tone of her voice was bittersweet.
“Wait…did you say you’re not drinking for an entire week?” I laughed in disbelief.
“That’s what I said,” Lucy grumbled.
“Okay, well it’s settled, invite him over for dinner. I want to meet him.”
“Abel, why? He’s just a friend.”
“I can’t remember the last time you had a friend. Plus if he saved you from that prick at your job I want to thank him. What’s his name?”
“Hush,” she said blushing slightly.
“Hush? Are you telling me to shut up or is that the dude’s name?”
“It’s his nickname. That’s what everyone calls him.”
“What’s his real name? I’m not calling him Hush.”
“He’ll have to tell you. I can’t. He doesn’t tell many people his real name. Oh and trust me, when you see him, you’ll call him whatever he tells you to. He shoots over your head by a good four inches…and you’re tall, Abel.” I was six-four easily so this guy had to be six-eight. Shit. Maybe playing the bully big brother role wouldn’t go over well if she was friends with a goddamn mountain.
“Invite him over, Hell Raiser. I’d like to thank him.”
“Okay, I’ll see what he says.” Before she left, Lucy turned to me and hopped into my arms. “I love you so much,” she said in my ear.
“I love you too, Luce.”
“Still hate Carmen the bird though.”
“Bye, Hell Raiser.” I shoved her out and closed the door. I watched to see where she parked and saw her walk around the corner and out of my line of sight. Sneaky ass.
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