Page 111 of Outside The Wire

“Sure.”

Then he turned back to me. “Feel better?”

I glared at him, ready to pick up a steak knife and shove it through his neck. I hated how casually he was acting about all this. “He’s just saying that to appease me. How do I know that you won’t go to work tomorrow and take it all back?”

“Because this isn’t the fifth grade and we’re not on a playground.”

Well, that was true. I looked at Wyatt, trying to figure out if he was the type to lie to me. It was a toss-up, but I decided to trust him. “Fine, but if I find out you two broke up, I’ll have your head.”

“Don’t worry,” Wyatt laughed, “I’ll get him a diamond ring and everything.”

“I had no idea you cared so much,” Asher teased.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the menu. This night called for many, many drinks. “Noelle, what are you drinking?”

“Gin and Tonic.”

“Ugh. I did not want something that heavy to drink.”

“You don’t have to get what she’s getting,” Asher laughed.

“Girlfriends stick together.”

Asher raised an eyebrow at Wyatt. “Does that mean I have to order the same thing as you?”

“I don’t know. I was gonna get a Cosmopolitan.”

“Fuck that. We can’t be friends anymore if you order that.”

“Hey!” I smacked him. “That didn’t even last five minutes!”

“You never specified how long our friendship had to last.”

“You just said you would be friends tomorrow,” I shot back.

“Well, we can be friends tomorrow, but not tonight while he’s drinking a Cosmo.”

“Men are so complicated,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted I get a friend. Take it or leave it.”

Noelle slapped her menu on the table. “I have a solution. You get a Cosmo with Wyatt and Asher can drink a Gin and Tonic with me. Then it’ll be like we’re sharing friends for the night.”

“I wasn’t actually going to get a Cosmo,” Wyatt laughed.

“And I’m not drinking when I’m driving with Holly.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Noelle said, rolling her eyes. “God, you make me want to puke. Wyatt, you wanna go to the bar?”

“Ha ha,” I said, shooting her a mocking smile. “Make fun of us all you want. Just watch, it won’t be long before you’re right here with us.”

“Making kissy faces and professing our undying love every five minutes?” Wyatt grinned. “I doubt that.”

“Not that it’s not sickeningly sweet. I have to admit, I was thunderstruck by his devotion when you were attacked by that psycho who wanted to flay you for your skin.”

“Carjacked,” I corrected.

“Not that he would have gotten far with a flat tire,” Wyatt muttered.

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