Page 27 of False Play
I couldn’t help but grin at her reaction.Hell, there was no explaining how much I liked her feisty personality.
“And please don’t get a cat, Hayes,” Kennedy said dryly.
“Fine. I’ll just have to cuddle with this guy instead,” he said, bopping Captain Sushi’s nose. The cat lifted his head and shot him a glare with a low hiss. “Whoa. Since when is he a feisty little thing?” Hayes asked, frowning. “What happened to you, Sush? I thought you liked me.”
“Sush?” I asked with a frown.
“His name is too fucking long, so I gave him a nickname.”
I almost gave him a retort to remind him he had named the fucking cat in the first place, but I caught myself. At this point, if Kennedy were to find out the real reason Captain Sushi was in my apartment, she wouldn’t have believed it. Because let’s face it—the idea was certifiablyinsane.
I gave him an unimpressed look as I pointed to the door. “Get out.”
“So now that you have a roommate, I’m not welcome?” He gave me a mischievous smile before looking over his shoulder to where Kennedy was sitting. “Do you see this? You should move in with me. I’m way more fun than this guy.” He grinned. “I mean, my apartment is way more fun. And you do know about naked Thursdays, right?”
Kennedy raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Let’s calm down now, Joey Tribbiani.”
“So, that’s a no?” Hayes asked.
“You’d be correct,” Kennedy replied.
“Get out, Hayes,” I repeated through gritted teeth.
He raised his hands in defeat as he stood and walked backward to the exit. “Fine,jeez. You’re no fun anymore.”
“And you’re a pain in my ass,” I said.
“As if you’d have me any other way,” Hayes shouted before striding out of my apartment. Once I heard the entrance door close, I relaxed my shoulders.
Who knew having a female roommate was going to be so damn stressful?
It’s not the fact that she’s a female. It’s the fact that you have a big fat crush on the woman, my brain practically shouted at me.
“Is he always like this?”
I dropped onto the couch with a sigh. “Pretty much.”
“You guys have been friends since you were teenagers, right?”
My eyes found hers, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “You’ve been stalking me?”
“I work in public relations, it’s my job to know everything aboutallof you.” She rolled her eyes. “Hey, I need my car keys. I gotta go to the store.”
“I’ll go with you,” I said before I could stop myself.
She scrunched her nose. “Why?”
Yeah, Anderson. What could you possibly need from the store?
“Socks,” I blurted.
“Socks…” Kennedy repeated, unconvinced.
“I ran out of socks. You know, athlete feet and all.” I laughed weakly.
Nice going, idiot. Now she thinks your feet stink.
She tilted her head as her eyes studied me like I was some sort of puzzle. “You’re weird.”
