Page 25 of Butter My Biscuit

She gasps. “Why don’t you just date him?”

“Because we’re just friends.”

“Who roll in the sheets together.”

“We haven’t slept together. Ever. I mean it.”

“Maybe you should?”

“I just got out of a long-term relationship. The last thing I need to do is mess up the one healthy relationship I have with someone of the opposite sex by fucking him.”

She laughs. “I’m just giving you a hard time. Anyway, I gotta go. Mrs. Yancy just walked in, and I know she’ll ask the premise of every single book on the new release table. Let’s have dinner when you get home and catch up!”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh, and I’m sorry about your breakup. I know you’re probably hurting. Just remember, your heart always mends.”

“But what if it doesn’t this time?”

“It will.”

“Thank you. Bye.”

I check my text messages and turn around to see Harrison is back because the bathroom door is closed and the light is on. Just as I walk out of the bedroom, I hear the toilet flush, and the door opens.

“Found your coffee?”

“Yeah, I did. Thanks. It was awesome.”

“Who were you talking to?” he asks.

“Don’t be nosy.”

“It’s kinda my business to know who thinks we’re fuckin’.”

“Everyone.” I give him a look and then laugh because it’s the truth. “So, does it matter?”

He shrugs. “Maybe we should then.”

“I know your rules. Just one night, and that’s it.”

“Yep. I’m sure that’s all it would take to know it was a mistake.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “It wouldn’t be a mistake.”

Then, he laughs and points his finger at me. “No?”

“That’s a trick question. Not talking about this. It would be weird. Like doing my brother.”

“Luckily, you don’t have a brother.”

“Yeah, because he’d probably have kicked your ass already.”

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Nah, he and I would probably be best friends. Go lady huntin’ together.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You’re just scared he’d be cooler than you.” He snickers.

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