Page 37 of Frenemies

If I was going to go for anything, it would be that mole on her collarbone. I loved her silky locks, but that thing had to go.

“Where’s Ava?”

“Umm?” Lane looked at Cammie, who again shrugged her shoulders.

Great.

“You two are super useful,” I muttered and headed back to my room.

Bailey was, of course, still standing by the window. I sighed and began rummaging through my dresser. There was no point in getting dressed up until I could shower. In order to fix that, I had to find Ava. She was supposed to run this place.

“Stay here.” I pointed at Bailey. God forbid she get curious and run into a burning building. “I’m going to find Ava.”

Bailey tipped her chin out the window. “She went to see the fire.”

I froze.

“What?”

“She went to see the fire,” Bailey repeated.

“And you just let her go?”

All she did was cock a brow at me as if she didn’t understand the direness of the situation. Had she not been paying attention? She lived in the same house, and I knew for a fact that she was there during the softball incident, which included a ball made from a frozen grapefruit, three butcher knives, and the baseball team’s gloves. How did Ava get them? I had no clue, but the coach was less than impressed. Grapefruit juice and leather were not a good combination.

I wanted to scrub a hand down my face, but that could stretch my skin, which in turn would produce wrinkles early. So instead, I shook my head at my useless roommate and headed down the stairs to rescue Ava or someone else from her daily dose of crazy.

Dear Lord, please don’t let me find her racing more burning people. That was an interesting conversation to have with the cops. Good thing Ava looked sweet and innocent. It helped with my ‘she’s not all there’ conversations.

I stormed outside and marched down the street for the black smoke. It was a little chilly today. Of course, that might have something to do with what I was wearing. I probably should’ve changed out of my silk negligee, but that would’ve taken at least five minutes. And who knows what kind of crap Ava would get up to in that time.

Some guy whistled at me while another slapped his friend and pointed in my direction. Did I care? No. Guys were always staring at me. What did grate on my nerves was when one of those gawking morons skipped up beside me.

“Hey there.” A smile spread across his face as his eyes dropped to my breasts. “That’s quite the outfit you’ve got on.”

Uh-huh.

I continued on my way, attempting to ignore him.

He had other ideas. With a small little jump, he strode forward, keeping up pace with me.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Away from you.”

His smile widened. “You don’t even know me.”

“Nor do I want to.”

“You say that now…”

I didn’t have time for this.

“Look, let me give you a piece of advice.” I stopped and took a second to eye him up. “Before you decide to go for someone who’s clearly out of your league, you might want to take a look in the mirror.”

Some guys had the looks to pull it off like Tanner. He might be an idiot that had absolutely no fashion sense, but he had that whole pretty boy gone wrong thing going on. Plus, the man was charming as hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could sell sand in the desert.

This guy, however…

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