Page 38 of The Pursuit

She stared at me in surprise at the implication. With a quick shake of her head, she turned her attention back to the table. After lifting the lid on her French toast, Gaby’s eyes closed in bliss. “Oh my God, this smells amazing.”

“I’m so hungry I wouldn’t care if it smelled like crap—I’d still eat it,” I mused as I brought a forkful of scrambled eggs to my mouth.

After a few silent minutes of us scarfing our food, I stared over at her. Even though I’d had last night and today with her, there was still so much I didn’t know about her. For so many years, she’d just been this girl at my cousins’ birthday parties. In later years, I’d heard her name floated around when Mason mentioned how he’d met Laurel.In some senses, it was strange we’d never really connected before, but I could understand why. Our lives never naturally intersected.And I wanted that to change.Her sense of humor was lit, not to mention she gave me sass like nobody’s business.

When Gaby met my intense gaze, pink tinged her cheeks. “What?”

“I was just thinking how there’s still so much I don’t know about you.”

“You’ve known me in the biblical sense. Isn’t that enough?”

“No, it’s not.”

Gaby shifted her fork through the rivulets of syrup on her plate. I couldn’t understand why she seemed to be avoiding my question. “What do you want to know?”

“Do you have a place around here?”

With a sheepish look, Gaby replied, “Actually, I still live at home.”

I furrowed my brows at her. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I guess.”

“I bet your parents’ place is a mansion with plenty of room.”

She laughed at my assumption. “Yes, it’s pretty roomy.”

“Then I don’t blame you.”

“The real reason I’m still living at home is I’ve been saving all the money for my school.”

“And that’s not only financially responsible, but it’s very noble.”

“I just didn’t want you to think I was some trust fund twat living off my parents.”

I shook my head. “I would never think that.”

“What about you?”

“I have an apartment close to the swimming complex. Two other teammates and I share a three-bedroom.”

“Hmm, a swinging bachelor pad, right?”

With a waggle of my brows, I replied, “Oh yes.”

Wrinkling her nose, she replied, “Ugh, three manwhores in one place.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot of dick considering they’re both gay.”

“I guess it’s good for you because you don’t have to fight them over chicks.”

“Like I ever have to fight someone for a chick.”

Gaby groaned. “Of course, you would say that.”

Chuckling, I replied, “It’s the truth.”

“Sure it is, Douchelord.”

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