Page 111 of Forgot to Tell You Something

Dan waves me into the apartment. “I already brought her dinner, but hey, the more the merrier, right?”

No. Wrong, actually. I force a nod, my lips pursed. I know I have no right to say anything. At least, that’s what I keep repeating in my head.

“Hey, you’re a surprise.” Tally walks out of the bedroom, wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts. I know she’s dressed down, but she looks good enough to eat, and that thought is enough to make my dick twitch. “How was your meeting?”

I know what she means. “It was fine. Productive.” I meet her gaze and hate the next words that fall from my mouth. “Charlotte sends her regards.”

If the statement flusters Tally, she doesn’t let it show, save for a small, sad smile crossing those full lips.

Lips I want wrapped around my cock; my hand twisted in her hair as she drives me out of my ever-loving mind.Holy shit, I’m worse than a dog in heat..

“Tell her I said thank you, the next time you’re together.”

“I won’t be seeing her,” I argue, but Tally has already moved on in the conversation. She plops onto the couch, a carton of Chinese balancing on one knee as she fiddles with the chopsticks.

She’s terrible with chopsticks, but she tries every time. And every time, more food hits her lap than her mouth. It’s the cutest damn thing in the world.

True to form, a pea pod hits her thigh, but any cuteness factor flies out the window when Dan snags it off her leg, popping it into his mouth.

What. The. Fuck.

“Am I going to have to get you a bib?” Dan ribs, tossing her a roll of paper towels.

Tally smirks, holding up the roll. “Nah, this should do. Have a seat, Owen. There’s plenty of food.”

I have two choices—storm out and look like a total ass or sit here and brood, looking like a total ass.

I go with option two because Dan should leave shortly. He’ll take the hint. Bros before hoes and all that shit.

Wrong.

“I brought a change of clothes, so I can stay. I don’t want you alone.” I force a smile at her from across the coffee table, hating Dan more and more for his proximity to her on the couch.

“No worries, man. I’m staying here tonight.”

I repeat. What. The. Fuck. My brows raise and I can’t hide my surprise. “You are?”

Dan nods, popping a dumpling into his mouth. “Yeah, Stefani has to work tomorrow and I’m off. Easy choice.”

“Or you can go, and I’ll stay with Tally.” Just like that, a chill settles over the room. Dan’s gaze holds mine as I dare him to look away. Or disagree.

Tally looks between the two of us, forcing a smile. “Dan and I are heading up to West Palm tomorrow.”

Oh, now it’s a sleepoveranda date. “What for?” I know I’m scowling. Now ask me if I care.

“I’m working with a tattoo artist up there, finishing a piece. I asked Lu to tag along.”

I tap my foot on the floor; the vibrations shaking everything on the coffee table. “Since you two are all cozy, I’ll head on home. Call me if you need me, Tally.”

I offer a stiff nod, before stalking to the door and throwing it open. I’m beyond livid. The worst part? I don’t have a leg to stand on.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

I turn and see Tally leaning against the door frame, a knowing smirk on her face.

“Didn’t realize I was interrupting.”

“You aren’t. Well, you interrupted dinner, but we managed to eat with you here.”

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