Page 67 of Buried Treasure
She ducked her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. "It was that obvious?"
Andy grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. "You don't have to hide your friendship with Ryan from me. I'm friends with him too," he said. "Plus, we agreed to work on our issues together, right?"
She stared at him a bit longer before standing up straight, her eyes lighting up as she excitedly grabbed Andy's arm. "Do you want to help me with something?"
His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what she was up to. "I'm either really excited or really scared right now."
"Oh, you'll like this!"
She quickly sent Ryan a text back.
I'll be there soon
"Remember to give me a few minutes," Sydney whispered as they approached Ryan's door.
"Wait, one more thing."
Andy pulled Sydney towards him for a long kiss in the hallway. Sydney had to give herself credit. She was too happy with this man's arms around her waist and lips on hers to give a damn about any neighbors seeing them make out. But speaking of neighbors…
She pulled away slowly and smiled at Andy. "This is going to be so cool," she said.
"But after this, we are definitely getting food."
"Oh, definitely," she purred before reluctantly extracting herself from Andy's arms.
He gave her a wicked smile and leaned up against the wall to hide himself from Ryan's view. Key in the lock, lots of extra fumbling to announce her presence, and she was on.
"Hey, babe!" she yelled, closing the door behind her. "I was out for a run and thought I would stop by."
Ryan stood up quickly from the sofa, leaving some leggy blonde behind to get cold.
"What? What are you doing here?" he stammered.
She had to give him credit since he was in fine acting form this morning.
"Who is that?"
"Um, listen I can explain."
"No!" Sydney yelled. "Who is that?"
She pointed directly at the woman, who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there.
"I should go."
"You think?" Sydney responded with bitter sarcasm.
"Listen, baby. This is not what it looks like."
There was a knock on the door, and all three of them turned to stare at it. Ryan's perplexed look was not part of his little acting job while Sydney's stoic face was still part of hers — so far. She was trying really hard not to let on that she knew exactly who was knocking.
"Hey, man," came Andy's chipper voice from the doorway.
"An — Andy," Ryan stammered in surprise.
"What's up? Listen, I was in the area and thought we could get some cardio in before—"
Andy's eyes scanned the room. Barely clothed woman on the sofa. Shocked Sydney standing by the kitchen counter. Ryan's face with all of the color drained out of it.
