Page 14 of Burning Daylight
Felicity clearly sees my look of disgust. She doesn’t say anything though, because she’s suddenly distracted by her phone, fingers flying way too fast to be a casual response.
“Who are you texting?” I narrow my eyes.
“No one.”
“If you’re telling Keagan about me going already, I’m never leaving this couch again.”
“Dramatic much?”
“Felicity.”
She sighs, tossing her phone to the side. “It’s not Keagan. It’s Alex.”
My mouth drops open. “Alex as in mybrotherAlex?”
She shrugs, trying to hide her smile.
“Oh my God.”
“You act like I haven’t known him my whole life.” Felicity laughs. “He’s funny. And sweet. And he’s got that little crinkle when he smiles…”
I stick a finger down my throat and fake gag and that only makes her laugh harder.
“Kidding,” she finally tells me.
Throwing a couch pillow at her, I whine, “I hate you.”
She shakes her head, still grinning. “Come on, girl. You know I don’t have a crush on Alex, he’s likemybrother.”
“Yeah, well,” I mutter. “Maybe. But just be careful with him, okay?”
Her smile falters. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I give her a pointed look. “You know he’s half in love with you.”
She straightens. “He isnot. And it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m with Keagan.”
My face scrunches up at Keagan’s name.
“You’ve gotta get over whatever your deal is with him,” she says.
“Do I, though?”
She flops down next to me on the couch and holds up her palms so they’re facing each other.
“He’s my boyfriend,” she says, wiggling one hand. “You’re my best friend,” she adds, wiggling the other. Then she smashes them together. “Coexist.”
“I’ve had plenty of boyfriends you didn’t like.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
“You never gave a shit about any of them, so why would I?”
She’s not wrong. Not really, anyway. Ever since Preston dumped me over a text and left me gutted for a month straight, I stopped letting anyone get close enough to matter.
“Fair. That still doesn’t mean Keagan’s any less of a douchebag.”
