His lips quirk upward. “Because it was the only thing available when the owner of my previous place died. Dean put in a good word with his building manager, and she got me into the first available unit.”
“What the hell, Dean?” I glare at him. “Why didn’t you put in a good word for me with Lucy?”
“Because you weren’t homeless then!”
“If it makes you feel any better, I would have put in a good word for you. I’d much rather have you living there than Nolan.” River smiles at him, lifting her glass to her lips. “No offense, Nolan.”
“That ishighlyoffensive,” he argues.
She shrugs, swallowing a drink of her bourbon.
“I also take offense to that,” Dean tells her. “You’re implying your best friend is somehow better than my best friend.”
They continue to argue, moving their attention to fighting over whose best friend deserves the apartment more like we aren’t sitting here and hearing every word.
I mean, I’m not listening. I’m too busy freaking out.
I can’t believe this is happening.
A few hours ago I thought I’d end up having to go to my ex-husband for help, and now here’s a random, sexy-as-sin stranger offering to fix all my problems.
Okay, fine.
He’s not random.
He’s Dean’s best friend.
ButIdon’t know him. Sam doesn’t really know him either.
It’s only temporary…
Neither River nor Dean would get me into a sticky situation. They wouldn’t have brought it up if they didn’t both trust Nolan one hundred percent.
In all honesty, he doesn’t give me any creeper vibes.
Well, at least as far as I can tell since I’ve only known him less than two hours.
What the hell am I thinking? I can’t live with a stranger! Am I this desperate?
I hate that the answer is yes.
Iamthat desperate.
I need a place to stay, and right now, with four rejections already, it’s looking like I’m not going to be getting into any of the six places I’ve applied for.
But I’m still not sure…
There’s a tap against my leg, and I glance up at Nolan.
“I meant what I said.”
“Nolan…” I roll my tongue across my suddenly dry lips. He’s looking at me like he’s never been more serious about anything else before.
“Thought it was Romeo,” he says in a hushed whisper, so soft I can hardly hear him.
“You know Romeo dies in the end, right?”
“Is that a threat?”