Page 126 of To Love or to Lose
“Hey!” Logan smacks her hand when she goes to take another one. “There is an entire bag of them right there.”
Luke picks up the bag and throws it toward Eloise.
Eloise pretends to frown. “You’re no fun.”
“Winnie, what’s on yours?” I ask from across the island.
Her face flashes with a look of guilt, as if she’s been caught. “Pineapple,” she mumbles.
Logan’s head snaps up from his masterpiece. “You better not be planning to eat that inmyhouse.”
Winnie giggles, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like I’m forcing you to eat it.”
“I don’t care,” he groans. “Winnie, we’ve been over this! Pineapple is a disgrace to pizza.”
“We’ve also been over the fact that I don’t agree with you.”
I smile, elated that Winnie feels capable of sticking up for herself, even if it’s just to Logan.
“Is yours ready to go in the oven?” Jameson asks me, holding his hand out to take it.
“Yeah,” I nod, pushing my pan toward him.
My pizza dough is only covered in sauce and cheese, while his has every topping imaginable.
He picks up both our pans, carrying them over to the oven and setting them on a rack.
“Thanks.” I tell him when he sits back down next to me.
“No worries,” he says while taking a sip from his water bottle, making his forearm visible at my eye level.
Jesus Christ.
“That’snotwhat happened!” Logan yells from across the fire as the rest of us are hunched over in our lawn chairs from laughing so hard.
After eating our pizzas, we all went outside to sit around the fire, wearing coats and wrapping ourselves in blankets.
“I’m positive she punched you in the face because you called her boyfriend, and I quote, ‘a mutated rat bastard with fewer brain cells than pecs.’”
“Hey, he deserved it!” Logan finally admits, making us all laugh even harder. “And that girl shouldn’t have even defended him when I was yelling at him for staring at Winnie’s tits.” Winnie’s cheeks flush crimson, embarrassed at the fact.
“At least it was his girlfriend who punched you and not him,” Luke jokes.
Winnie only adds to the jest, lightly punching Logan’s bicep. “He would have beat you to a pulp.”
“Whatever,” he says, grabbing one leg of her chair and tipping it enough to make her squeal in fright.
“Is it normal for them to act like this?” Jameson asks me, leaning close enough for his breath to brush against my ear.
“This is how they always act after a few drinks.” I smile, holding my solo cup up in a cheers motion.
Jameson’s beer bottle knocks against it, making a bit of the lemonade and tequila mixture splash over the edge of my cup and all over my hand.
“Shit,” I groan, standing from my chair before it drips onto my legs.
I look at Jameson as I hold out my hand, stunned and searching for something to wipe my hand with. He just breaks into laughter, subsequently making me do the same.
“Could you grab me a towel, please?” I ask Eloise through my laughter.
