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I give her a look that should tell her to knock it off, but she’s Vic, and I know she won’t.

“Well, he may have plans,” I say, looking at him.

“No plans.”

I peek over at Vic who’s staring at me with pleading eyes, her hands under her chin.

“Fine. We canlookat the house.”

“Eeeee,” she squeals.

“I’ll see y’all later,” I tell Dame and Mason. “I’m heading out.”

“All right, bro,” Dame says, focusing on aiming his ball.

“See ya,” Mason replies.

I leave the room and head to the elevator that’ll take us down three stories. Oliver and I glance at each other at the same time, but where I feel like I just gave him a passing look, his feels like he’s checking me out. His eyes are heavy-lidded, slowly perusing my entire body.

My body feels warm.

Stupid hoodie. That’s why.

Chapter Four

“So, this is where I live.”

“Where you might live, too,” Vic adds, elbowing Oliver.

I try to hide my eye roll when I open the door.

“Living room, kitchen,” I point out unnecessarily. It’s pretty obvious when you walk in. “Over to the right is the bathroom, and the washer and dryer is tucked in the back of the hall. And the bedrooms are upstairs,” I say, spinning around to face them.

“Cool. It looks nice,” he says.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be around three seventy-five a month. You have a job?”

Oliver grins. “Yes, I have a job.”

“Where?”

“Why? You gonna come visit me?”

I scoff. “Well, anyway, you can talk about all that with Dame tomorrow.”

“Yes, in the meantime,” Vic sings, pulling two joints from her purse. “Who wants to get high?”

“Where did you get those?”

“Zack. I stopped messing with Andrew after what he sold me last time. So, these will be good.”

“I’m down,” Oliver says with a shrug.

I sigh. “Let’s go out back.”

Outside, we have a rinky-dink round patio table and four chairs sitting on top of a square of concrete. It’s a sad excuse for a patio, but it works.

After we’ve each had a few hits, Oliver speaks up.

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