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Lucas rolls his eyes. “Don’t blow smoke up my ass, okay? I know you, Wyatt. I know who you are and how you are with women. Hannah is a quick pit stop before you take off, and she doesn’t need you as a complication when there’s a lot of other shit going on.”
I stand up, my chair shooting out behind me. Then I lean forward, one hand on my desk, the other with a finger pointed at Lucas. “You have no idea what’s going on between me and Hannah, or how I feel about her. So you have no business getting involved.”
Lucas stands, too. “You expect me to believe you actually feelanythingfor her? What, are you in love with her?”
I freeze.
Because in truth, the words form on my tongue but I can’t get them to come out of my mouth.
It’s too soon, too swift, too sharp.
So I say nothing.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, heading to the door while I stand mute, unable to say anything worthwhile.
He turns back to look at me before he leaves.
“Stay thefuckaway from my sister,” he spits out.
And then he’s out the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Hannah
When I hit the brakes outside of the house on Friday evening, I’m not surprised to see dozens of people spilling out onto The Strand.
I could hear the music from blocks away, but I guess that’s just the type of good time Lucas enjoys.
I lock up my bike and slip through the crowd, then jog up the stairs from the bottom floor all the way to the top.
I have no interest in getting stopped by anyone for anything, my only focus on heading straight for my room to shower and get ready, since Wyatt’s supposed to be here and I want to smell much better than this.
When I open my bedroom door, I see a wrapped package on my bed.
I smile. I don’t know how Lucas knew it was my birthday, but I can see his handwriting spelling out my name on the card.
Pushing myself to have patience, I quickly jump into the shower, scrub the smell of grease and meat off my skin and out of my hair, then make sure to put on that lotion that Wyatt loves.
Finally, after I’ve gotten fully ready, I open up the card.
Hannah,
Hopefully this helps get you to where you want to be
Lucas
I carefully unwrap the package, having no idea what could possibly be inside. But when I see a familiar logo, I stop unwrapping. My butt hits my bed and I cover my mouth with my hand.
There’s no way…
I finish pulling off the pretty blue paper and hold the box in my hands, spinning it around to look at the photos on the outside. And that’s when I see another note, taped to the box itself.
Opening the flap, I almost want to laugh when I see the same handwriting.
Hannah,
I know you’ll say I shouldn’t do this. And I know you’ll assume I think you’re mooching off of me. But that’s not the case. Just consider this a replacement birthday gift for all of the ones I missed in the past.
