Page 39 of Fang
Sighing, I contemplate telling him. I could use a sounding board, and I know he would give me his honest opinion.
What’s the worst thing that could happen?
“Cami.”
A smile crosses his face, making the scars on his cheek more pronounced. “About time you admitted you like her.”
“I never said that,” I lie.
“Please, we can all see it. So what’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing. Not yet anyway,” I amend.
“Why not? And don’t give me any of that, I’m too old bullshit,” he says mockingly.
“I’m not sure if the feelings are mutual.”
“That’s bullshit. Anyone with two eyes can see it. So man up and make your move.”
“I thought about it, but I don’t know,” I confess.
“What has you second-guessing yourself?”
“This morning.”
His eyebrows wing up, and he smiles.
“Shit, not like that.” I shake my head. “Her car is in the shop, and so I gave her a ride to class.”
“I bet you gave her a ride all right,” he quips, making me roll my eyes.
“Everything was fine until I saw a guy approach her.”
Happy’s smile falls as he drops his feet onto the floor.
“What guy?” he asks as he leans forward, bracing his forearms on his knees.
“I don’t know who he was.”
“But she stopped to talk to him?” he asks.
I nod.
“Did she look happy to talk to him?” he presses.
“No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t know…”
“Look, man, it’s time to shit or get off the pot. Either claim her or walk away.”
“She’s an employee,” I remind him.
Happy rolls his eyes. “So fucking what? There’s nothing saying you two can’t be together. Stop being a little bitch and ask her out.”
“She’s a stripper,” I argue weakly.
