Page 89 of Take This Heart
Evan smirks. “Man, you didn’t tell us you were cooked.” He looks at Sara. “Did you see the?—”
“I know, with the hair and the—” Sara does googly eyes to Evan and they both laugh.
They’ve been together since freshman year of college and usually manage to not be too annoying despite finishing each other’s sentences.Usually.
“I do not look like that,” I grumble.
Sara squeals. “You like her so much! I can’t take it. The cuteness and the?—”
Evan picks up. “Steam. I swear it was like about to go?—”
“RatedRfor nudity and adult themes,” Sara finishes in a movie trailer voice.
“Don’t make me regret introducing her to you clowns,” I say.
Goldie walks to the table, the sun catching on her hair, and my chest tightens. I stand halfway, pulling her chair out for her without thinking.
Sara beams at me across the table and Evan lifts his brows. I roll my eyes.
“What did I miss?” Goldie asks, smiling around the table.
I shake my head. “You missed these two weirdos finishing each other’s sentences. They’ve been like this since they met in college. It’s so annoying.”
“You love us.” Sara laughs.
“We were just talking about how happy Milo seems,” Evan says.
I laugh under my breath.
Sara turns to Goldie conspiratorially. “Goldie, I don’t know what kind of spell you’ve put on him, but keep up the good work. This is the most pleasant he’s been since?—”
“We met him,” Evan finishes.
I look at Goldie and shake my head. “This was clearly a bad idea.”
Goldie laughs. “No, I’m having the best time. Tell me more.”
“Even in college, Milo was like an eighty-year-old in that fine physique,” Evan says, laughing.
“I was focused.” I pretend to scowl and they all laugh.
“Focused and a bit…serious,” Sara adds.
Evan leans in. “Tell her about the girl you stopped seeing because?—”
“She used too many exclamation points in her texts,” Sara finishes and they all crack up.
Goldie gasps, holding her stomach. “You did not.”
I hold up my hand. “In my defense?—”
“There is no defense,” Sara cuts in. “She was sweet! But he got the ick and peaced out.”
“I can’t believe you two,” I groan.
“This is so helpful,” Goldie says. “More ways to push his buttons…bring in the exclamation points!”
I scoot her chair closer to me and lean into her ear. “You already know how to push my buttons.”
