Although I stayed with them over the weekend, I wasn’t there much, except on Saturday when I was obsessing over Vivian going on a date. By the time everyone got back from the bar that evening, I was in my room and focused on creating my list.
When the elevator opens, I step out and knock on their door. Noah knew I was coming, and I expect him to open it, but Piper does instead.
She gives me an icy glare. “Chase. Come in.”
I take a deep breath. I don’t know how Noah put up with her turning that on him all the time when they first got together. She has a death glare, and whenever she directs it at me, which is most of the time when I’m around her, I want to crawl into a hole.
I lean in to kiss her cheek, surprised by her smile.
“I seriously want to hate you right now, but your pathetic self looks so scared I just can’t.”
I bark out a laugh. “What?”
“Chase, you’re killing me. Where is your cocky face?”
“My cocky face?”
“Yeah. The cocky face I want to punch all the time?”
“Wow. The truth comes out.”
She grabs my hand, and pulls me over to the couch. “Sit.”
Feeling like a schoolboy in trouble, I sit, waiting for her to speak.
“Well? Are you going to tell me how you’re going to make it right? And what exactly does that mean? Why don’t we start there,” Piper suggests.
My pulse increases, and my hands go clammy. “Did Vivian tell you that?”
“Yes.”
“She doesn’t know what I mean by make it right?”
“No, she does not.”
“Really?” How does she not know?
“Chase, you are a fool,” Piper says.
“Yes. I know. World’s biggest idiot.”
“I’m not going to argue with you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Well, I don’t have all night. What does make it right mean?”
“Shouldn’t I be talking to Vivian about this?”
Piper comes and sits on the coffee table in front of me. “No, you shouldn’t, because if you don’t tell me what I hope you’re going to tell me, then I’m going to tell her I take back what I told her.”
“What you told her?”
“Yeah. To keep an open mind and talk to you on Friday.”
“She wasn’t going to still talk to me?”
“I didn’t say that.”