Page 62 of All Too Well
“Don’t even pretend you don’t think this is funny.”
He lifts both hands. “I never said anything of the sort.”
Everett walks over with a huge smile. “Are you ready?”
Damn it, the interview. I need to do this, but ... how am I supposed to sit? I look at Lachlan’s grin and smile back at Everett. “I am. Can you drive? I don’t have my car.”
“Of course, consider it a date.”
I glance back to Lachlan. “See you later.”
And I walk away with so much pain on my chapped ass.
“Why are you standing?” Hazel asks as she hands me the coffee. “Does he smell?”
“Because my butt is burned.” She blinks a few times and I sigh. “I laid out while they practiced, and I didn’t sunscreen appropriately.”
She snort-laughs and then tries to cover it with a cough. “Sorry, I’m not laughing.”
“You totally are.”
“All right, I am. I have burn cream upstairs. I’ll go grab it.”
“You are an angel,” I say before drinking the coffee.
“It could happen to the best of us.”
I laugh under my breath and then head over to where Everett is sitting. “Hey, thanks again for this.”
“I’m happy to help, and it gives me the opportunity to try to forcesomeoneto talk to me.”
I glance over to where Hazel disappeared, which is where he’s also staring. “She said you guys were best friends?”
“We were—we are. I don’t know what we are, but the woman is maddening and holds grudges like no one else in the world. Be careful if you get on her bad side.”
I grin. “I’ll keep that under advisement.”
“I heard that!” Hazel yells from the back.
“It’s not like you can punish me worse than you are!” Everett calls back to her.
“Challenge accepted.”
I giggle. “Now you’ve done it. Never challenge a woman who is already pissed.”
He sighs heavily. “One day I’ll learn. Until then I have you here, and you happen to be interested in my life.”
“That I am.”
“Are you going to sit?”
I glance at the metal chair and internally groan, but I managed to handle the car, so I need to suck it up. I gingerly sit down and try to focus on the cooling effect of the metal, not the searing pain, and force a smile.
“Okay, let’s talk about sportsball.”
He raises one brow. “Sportsball?”
“Whatever one you played.”
