Page 58 of Love Takes Home

“Sup?” Nate asks, sitting down across from me with a stupid grin on his face. Here we go. “So, I hear a certain doc saw you a few weeks ago.”

“You heard, huh?” I ask, not looking up from my phone. “Is that because she sent out a group text or something?”

“What? No. She’d never do that.” He scoffs.

Just FYI, she would totally fucking do that.

“I ran into her in the hallway one day and she said next time I see you to ask how your girl is doing. That’s all.”

“Did she, now?”

“Yeah, said her friend, The Prof, knows a friend of hers?”

“Okay,” I respond, acting bored with the conversation.

“So, you know, I put a little two and two together—”

“Did you come up with four?”

“No, I came up with Virginia Mills.”

“Huh. Interesting. How did you do that?”

“Well, first of all, she said you were with a fucking goddess—her words, not mine,” he adds quickly when I glare at him. “The Prof said she’s met her before and that Sandy knew her, too. Which means she’d been to Briar Mountain before.”

“A lot of people stop through Briar Mountain, genius.”

“But how many of them know Trish?”

“Don’t know, you’d have to ask Trish.”

“Would you spill the fucking beans already?” he demands, getting irritated with me. And that’s why he’s so easy to fuck with.

“What’s going on here?” Grady asks, walking in with a cup of coffee and grabbing an empty seat.

“Nothing,” Nate and I reply at the same time, staring at each other.

“I call bullshit on that. Did you tell him about Doc’s text?”

See, told you she’d fucking do that.

Nate balls up a piece of paper and throws it at Grady, who laughs. “It’s not our business, man. Shouldn’t grill the guy on his personal life unless you’re ready for us to grill you.”

“This is why you’re my favorite.” I point to Grady, who shrugs. He thinks he’s everyone’s favorite.

“Are you happy?” Nate asks me, a genuine look of interest on his face.

“Very much so,” I confirm.

“Happy you finally got the girl, fucker.”

I tip my chin at him and stand to refill my coffee. “Anyone seen Daniel or Aiden yet today?”

“Not yet. Oh, and Doc wanted us to make sure you haven’t fucked anything up yet.” Grady grins.

“I haven’t fucked shit up.”

“And you better not,” Daniel says, walking into the room with Aiden. “I don’t want to hear about it if and when you do.”

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