Page 32 of Loving Leo

I let out a laugh and then slap her hand away. “I’m not telling you a thing.”

“Stalking it is then.”

I know she will too, but I’m not ready to say anything. And I bet she won’t deduce it’s Leo anyway. She’d never guess.

She’d have no clue.

“Why don’t we talk about you?” I suggest and she huffs.

“That’s no fun. My life is boring. No dates, no work drama. Just boring shit.”

“Yeah, I doubt that. With you there is always drama.”

“That is not true,” she huffs but then leans forward, her eyes twinkling. “I mean, I did go out with mom and her girlfriends the other day. Maureen’s eyelash fell off into her drink halfway through lunch. And then she drank it.”

I grin at that, imagining the horror that woman must have felt at being less than perfect. All of those lunch ladies are like that. Fucking snobs is what they are.

“And the other day, mom had to go in for a colonoscopy. I picked her up and they wouldn’t let her leave until she farted. You should have seen her face. She refused. But it came out anyway!”

Her delight, the way she’s almost doubled over in laughter makes me crack a smile and chuckle along with her.

“She was mortified. The doctor was cute too. I like to remind her how loud it was.”

She swipes at her eyes and then leans back, inhaling deeply. “God, they’re such boring boobs. I love reminding them they’re human.”

“I’m glad you’re there to keep their egos deflated.”

“It’s my life’s mission.”

We grin at one another and then finish our food before I walk her to her car.

“You sure you don’t want to tell me who’s making you happy?”

“A hundred percent sure, you snoop.”

“Fine. I’ll find out myself. Because I’m thinking it’s not a she, but a he.”

She waggles her eyebrows at me, obviously remembering our little conversation about Leo the last time we met up.

Fuck me. I was hoping she forgot about that.

“I’m sure you will. Next week?” I ask and she nods before winking at me. I know what that means. It means that she is planning on seeing me a lot more. Chances are I won’t know that she’s spying on me, but given that she has no drama in her life at the moment, she’s going to go in search of it.

Damn drama hound.

“Oh and before I forget, are you going to be at the country club tomorrow?” she asks and I sigh, having completely forgotten about that.

“Unfortunately.”

She nods. “Agreed. It’s very unfortunate, but it is a business dinner and you know how dad and mom are. They like to pretend we support their snobbery.”

A headache starts to form behind my eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

She pulls me into a hug and then shifts back slightly. “You could bring a date.”

“Not happening.”

She sighs and then starts to walk away. “Can’t wait to suffer with you, bro. See you tomorrow.”

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