Page 45 of Sin With Me
“No worries. I don’t mind waitin’.”
“And who are you?” Harlow stands in front of him, shifting her gaze up and down his body.
“I’m Jonah.”
“Nice to meet you.” Harlow holds out her hand. “I’m Delilah’s sister, Harlow.”
Jonah returns the pleasantries and shakes her hand.
“Where’re y’all goin’?” Harlow asks.
“Grabbin’ a coffee down the street. I owed her an apology for spillin’ beer on her shirt.”
“Ah…you’rethatguy.”
I mentally smack myself in the face for telling her that part of the story.
“Yes, guilty as charged.”
“So…” Harlow circles him with her arms behind her back like she’s interrogating a suspect. “Is this a date?”
“Harlow!” I hiss, walking over to the counter.
“What? I’m just askin’.”
It’s most definitelynota date.
Sighing, I take my drawer to the backroom. I want to get out of here as soon as Harper arrives.
When I return to the front, Harlow and Jonah are laughing about something. Who knows what embarrassing thing she’s said about me now, but I’m not about to ask in front of her.
Harper arrives, saving me from having to endure this awkwardness any longer, and I tell Harlow to get lost.
“When we see each other for Thanksgiving on Thursday, I’ll teach ya the proper way to hide a hickey!” she calls out when we go outside. “Bye!”
I grind my teeth as she walks to her truck in the other direction.
“I’m so sorry about her…” I shake my head, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
He leads us toward the café, which is only a few minutes away.
“Nah, it’s fine. I have a little brother who acts the same.”
“She’s ten years younger than me and loves to taunt me as much as possible,” I explain.
“Wow, that’s a large gap. My brother’s only two years younger but has always been a pain in my ass.” He chuckles. “Do you have brothers?”
“Nope, just Harlow and me. One sister is enough.” I giggle. “She’s dating my ex-boyfriend.”
I’m not sure why I blurt that out, but once I do, I can’t take it back.
“Really? Ain’t that awkward?”
“It was at first, but I got over it quickly when he saved her from a couple of guys who kidnapped her on the same day our dad died. So there wasn’t much time to be mad about it.”
His brows shoot toward the sky.
“Oh my God.” I squeeze my eyes, mentally smacking myself in the forehead and realizing just how bad I am at having normal conversations. “I didn’t mean to word vomit all that. I’m clearly not good at this.”
