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Meg and Milesgo out of their way to convince me I'm not a third wheel. I claim a need to do homework away from my overwhelming attraction to Pete. Neither of them buys it, but they still leave me alone for most of the day.
I hang out in the guest room, getting ahead on my coursework. The wedding is in two weeks. I need to stay ahead of things if I want to keep the three day trip to Hawaii from derailing my studies.
I don't mind massive homework. Actually, I enjoy it. Not just because school makes sense, but because it's exciting. I already love law school. I love studying precedent. I love rearranging and twisting rules to fit my argument. And God how I love making arguments.
Sometime after sunset, Miles knocks on the door and steps into the guest room.
"As much as I'm impressed with you for getting ariseout of Pete, you should head home if you want to make your morning classes." He nods to the hallway. "We picked up dinner. You like sashimi?"
"I've never had it."
He smiles and calls downstairs. "Jess has never had sashimi."
Meg's shriek of delight pierces my ears. Damn, the girl is loud. She should be the singer.
Ugh. Singing. I try, hard, to push the memory away, but my brain refuses to cooperate. Instead, it replays Pete singing again and again and again.
My stomach tenses.
You're right. It's better if we don't hang out for a while.
Maybe some food will convince my stomach to shut up.
I power down my computer and follow Miles to the kitchen. He's a tall guy, but he only has an inch or two on Meg. She looks like a model—long legs, slim frame, dramatic features. If I didn't know better, I'd assume he was another celebrity who only cared about appearances and she was another wannabe actress who was using her sexuality to curry fame.
There's nothing fake about them. They're clearly in love.
He slides his arm around her waist and pushes her against the counter. His mouth goes to her neck. A moment later, she's groaning.
Okay, they're clearly in lust too.
"Miles, don't you think Pete teased her enough?" She can barely get the words out.
"Mhmm." He squeezes her then takes a step backwards. Miles turns to me with an apologetic look. "Always figured he was a tease."
I'm not entertaining this line of conversation. The two of them talk. A lot. I go with the first subject I remember. "So how about the newStar Warsmovie?"
Meg screws her face in distaste. She shakes her head.
Miles chuckles. "She's still upset about Han and Leia getting divorced."
"They're the perfect couple." She sets the table and unboxes the takeout. "You should appreciate it. You're a scoundrel."
He smiles. "You're my princess, babe."
"Am I your princess or your babe?" she teases.
"Princess, you're a total babe." He presses his lips to hers.
It would be tacky to ask them to can the affection. I'm at their house. I'm enjoying their hospitality.
Still, I'm considering it.
Meg catches me watching and clears her throat. She takes a seat, motions for Miles to do the same.
He does.
