Page 92 of Contingently Yours
Snagging a pillow out from behind us, Andrew gets up, holding it over his junk. I don’t much like the idea of being abandoned naked in his bed alone with his cousin-in-law sittingat the end of it, but I hold on to my faith that he’ll get me some privacy soon. What is the deal anyway?
“You freaking stole my keys?” he rages, snagging a pair of underwear out of his dresser.
“In case of an emergency.” Terry smiles like an imp, telling me there must be something I don’t know. This smells like revenge. Oh, great. What did Andrew do?
“Another dinner invite was an emergency?” Hopping into a pair of boxers with one hand, Andrew’s eyes narrow. “Is that my fucking Rocky Road?”
“Mm,” Terry grumbles, a dissatisfied sound. “All you had was this or crackers.” Crossing his legs, he looks up brightly. “So, lovebirds. What are you two up to tonight?”
I’m pretty sure Andrew’s head is about to spin around. “Get the fuck out!” He points to his doorway.
Terry gasps, but it sounds fake to me. “Rude! And here I thought you might be up for a game of cards or a movie marathon.”
“You fucking knew we were going to the monster truck show tonight, and knew I’d be here, you ass. Hilarious. Joke’s over now, though. Get the fuck out,” Andrew continues, tossing the pillow at him.
“So inhospitable,” he says, swinging his attention to me. “Lucas, you don’t want me to leave, do you?”
“I…” Why am I being dragged into this? Of course, I want him to fucking leave. Naked here!
Andrew doesn’t wait for a reply; he grabs a handful of Terry’s shirt and hoists him up off the bed. Terry lets out a shrieking noise.
“Go! And give me back my fucking ice cream or I’ll tell Shaw about the hair implants you got that time he had to go to London for work.”
Terry sucks in a breath. “You wouldn’t.”
“The fuck I won’t.”
“Fine!” He pouts, shoving the ice cream carton at Andrew. “I’ll just drop by another time.”
“No! No, you won’t!”
Stopping at the doorway, he glances back, giving us both a once-over, and shakes his head. “Baby gays, so sensitive.” Flashing me a wiggling finger wave, he calls as he starts down the hallway, “This was fun, boys. Same time next week?”
Andrew stays frozen until I hear the sound of the door opening and closing. He drops his face into his hands and groans. “Oh, my God.”
“Um, why do I get the feeling he was provoked?” I hedge, taking the cover with me to retrieve my underwear from the floor.
Andrew scoffs. “So, I may have walked in on them once. Maybe twice. Whatever. He’s just being dramatic. You’ll figure that out real quick.”
He turns and opens his closet, pulling out his suitcase. After I get my underwear on, I notice he’s stuffing clothing into it.
“What are you doing?”
“Packing!” he retorts like I should understand why. “We’re not staying here.”
“Andrew,” I laugh. “I’m pretty sure he’s gone. I can go check and make sure the door is locked if it makes you feel better.”
“Did you hear him? He has a key now. There’s no way I’m staying here with pain-in-the-ass Terry lurking around the city with a key to my house. The man is spiteful.”
He’s practically emptied his closet. I watch, baffled as he tries to smash the lid of his suitcase closed.
“You could just change the locks tomorrow,” I suggest.
“Nope. It’s ruined. I’m selling it. We’ll stay at your place. We can put mine on the market tomorrow.”
I don’t mind him staying at my place at all, but as I watch him, I have to wonder. “For how long?”
Popping up, he frowns. “Why? Are you planning on breaking up with me?”
