Page 41 of The Last Thing
“Love you, sweetheart. Have fun today,” he calls as Sophia leaves the room. Then he clears his throat. “Have a good day. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks. You too… Mr. Decker.”
He freezes with his hand on the door, and I hide a smile as I turn back to the sink. Once the door closes behind him, I let myself laugh.
Okay, maybe I’m blurring the professional lines a little bit, but I like having fun with him. And having fun keeps me from thinking too hard about that little speech he gave me the other night.
I was dangerously close to breaking my rule. Multiple rules. Only hookups, and don’t get involved with the client—though really, it’s a little late for that.
But I almost gave in to the wild chemistry between us. The sparks that fly every time he touches me.
Falling for Wilson Decker is a recipe for heartbreak.
I need to keep him in the fun zone. Fun friend zone. Fun, boss, friend, co-parent zone. Sounds totally manageable.
“I’ll smotherhim in his sleep. Find out where he’s working and make sure he has anaccidenton the job site. I?—”
“Calm down and come back from the murder place,” I say to Justin, who looks like he’s about to blow a gasket. “I’m not mad at him anymore.”
I’m sitting in the corner of the couch at his and Jade’s apartment. He’s sitting a couple spots over, fuming.
“Well, that makes one of us.”
“There’s more to the story.”
“Does it include an evil twin being the one who heard that and reacted like a fuckwad?”
“Oh, I hope not. I hate an evil twin plot,” Jade says as she walks into the room.
“No evil twin. He apologized and gave me a whole speech about how I deserve to be taken care of and that he’s the one who’s going to do it. And maybe a few things in there about how much he wants me and wishing he wouldn’t have let it be one night in the first place.”
“And then what? You threw your underwear at his face?” Jade asks playfully.
Justin’s brows lift. “What did you say?”
“Thanks. I don’t do love. Let’s co-parent and keep this professional. Bye.”
Justin throws his head back, laughing. “Aw, Hal. Youlikehim.”
“How does anything I just said give you that idea?”
“You only run from things that scare you. And nothing scares you more than lo?—”
“Don’t you even say it, or I’ll punch you in the nads.”
Jade laughs, then hums the chorus ofLove Storyby Taylor Swift as she walks into the kitchen
“I hate you.”
“You love me,” she sings, pulling the refrigerator open.
Technically, I’m still getting to know Jade, but she’s awesome. And she makes Justin ridiculously happy.
Jade walks over to the couch and hands me a cup.
“What’s this?”
“Homemade banana vanilla shake. Justin made it earlier.”
