Page 48 of Flipping the Script

“Is this another one of your dares?” I put my phone on the table.

He nodded and shrugged his arms out of the sleeves. “One of the guys at his work gave him a word of the day calendar. We bet each other that we could use whatever the word of the day is in conversation. The only catch is we have to use it properly.”

“So that’s why you mentioned the plethora of choices at the café down the street yesterday.” Asa put his phone on the table and twisted in his chair so he was facing us. “And why you asked if I’d ever done any sort of subterfuge the day before.”

“And why you said Dev looked verklempt after he choked on his water the other day,” I added.

“Did I use those right? I told Jamie I did.” Isaac finished tying the arms of his coveralls around his waist and rested his ankle against his opposite knee, sprawling low in the chair.

“Mostly.” Asa tapped the table. “Plethora was fine. Verklempt was a fail, but I’ll give you a pass on subterfuge because you got the gist of the word.”

He grinned. “But not copacetic? What about symbiotic? That’s tomorrow’s word. Would it have worked if I’d said Jess and me are symbiotic?”

“That sounds like something that happens in sci-fi movies.” I tossed Asa a glance. “Verdict?”

“It works, but not really in the context that you’re saying it in.”

“Pass, yay or nay?” Isaac lifted one hand and gave Asa the thumbs up, then flipped it to a thumbs down.

Smirking, Asa gave him a thumbs down.

“Crap.” Isaac rocked his leg back and forth and flicked his gaze to me. “You gonna do me a solid and tell Jamie I got today’s word right?”

“Depends. What do you have to do if you lose?”

Isaac and his roommate Jamie were best friends and had the most insane Golden Retriever energy I’d ever seen. They were constantly daring each other to do stupid shit and turned everything into a competition.

The thing about them is that neither cared if they lost. They enjoyed doing the dares as much as they liked winning.

My neck heated. That was one major difference between Isaac and me. He was a good loser. I wasn’t. Which was exactly why this crap with Sebastian kept happening.

“It’s a cumulative thing.” He clasped his hands behind his neck and leaned back even further in the chair. “Whoever gets more points at the end of the week wins and the loser has to do our laundry in whatever the winner chooses.”

“What do you have picked out for Jamie?” I asked knowingly.

He grinned. “A sexy nurse costume.”

“Do you know what he has planned for you?” Asa asked.

“He said something about a sequined wrestling onesie.”

“I feel sorry for your neighbors.” I tapped on the home button of my phone to check the time. “Aren’t you off right now?” I asked Isaac.

“Yup. But I still haven’t harassed you about those love scratches.” He shot me a shit-eating grin. “I’m in no rush.”

“Well, you’d better hurry up because I have to get back out there in less than ten minutes.”

“Love scratches?” Asa asked. “Is that what you were peeking at down his back?”

Isaac unclasped his hands and grabbed the shoulder of my tee so he could yank it down and used the other to twist my upper body so the back of my shoulder was facing Asa. “Yup. Check these out. Was it a full moon? It looks like you hooked up with a werewolf.”

“Damn.” Asa shifted in his seat to get a better look. “Someone was enthusiastic.”

Dipping my shoulder, I pulled my shirt out of Isaac’s grasp and sat back in my seat. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” Isaac arched his eyebrow. “Didn’t take you for the type to be into marking.”

Heat bloomed up from under my collar at the mention of marking.

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