“It takes two to make love and only one person to make a mistake.” Connor must turn to Ryke as he says, “Write that down.”
“It’s all up here.” I imagine him pointing to his head.
“Do you have any friends?” Lo wonders in an easy tone. “We have to be seriously grating on you by now.”
“Lily, definitely. Connor, maybe. You’re okay.”
“Well you’re not my type of company either, Meadows,” Connor says casually, not offended.
“I’m definitely writing that one down for the article.”
“You should just quote everything I say, and I expect my name in the headline. Like ‘Children of Tycoons, featuring Connor Cobalt, an upcoming entrepreneur to look out for.’”
“I’ll consider it, but my professor doesn’t like ending things with prepositions. So I think I’ll end it with, ‘featuring Connor Cobalt: You’ll want to kiss his ass.’”
“Perfect,” Connor exclaims.
I finally find a brush stuffed in my sock drawer and finish battling the knots. When I brace the kitchen, I see Lo pouring a glass of scotch. I sidle up next to him and he wraps an arm around my waist.
Ryke mouths, Distract him.
I shake my head. I am done trying to force Lo to do anything, not at the expense of our relationship.
Ryke flips me off, and Connor’s too stuck in his cellphone to notice. I stick out my tongue at him, really mature, I know.
Lo grabs my chin and turns my head towards him. “Did you just stick your tongue at him?” He wears an amused grin.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“She did,” Ryke rats me out.
“He flipped me off!” I refute.
Lo kisses me on the lips, shutting me up. Oh… When he breaks, his warm breath hits my ear. “I love you.” My heart flutters at the words. Before I can reciprocate, his phone vibrates on the counter.
I glimpse at the screen, my stomach dropping. “Maybe you shouldn’t answer it.”
Lo takes the phone and presses the receiver to his ear. “Hey Dad.” He walks towards the bedroom for privacy.
To preoccupy my mind, I go to the fridge and find a Cherry Fizz, popping the can. I remember I owe Connor a thousand bucks for passing my econ exam. I’m not in the mood to fish out my checkbook right now, but I’ll plan a search for it later. It may very well be hiding underneath my bed. Or in a random purse.
“Connor,” I say, “Can I pay you later for our bet?”
One of Ryke’s eyebrows arches. “What bet?”
Connor distractedly answers and texts at the same time. “A thousand dollars on whether or not she would pass her econ exam. And Lily, I don’t want your money.”
“Oh…”
“However, I’d love a favor.” He has yet to look up at me.
Ryke lets out a short laugh. “You would choose favors over cash.”
Connor doesn’t argue.
“What kind of favor?” I ask.
“When you feel up to it, I think you should work for your sister. It doesn’t have to be now. Maybe sometime in the spring. She’s looking to hire an assistant at Calloway Couture, and I know she’d love for you to be involved.”
My stomach sinks. “As much as I’d like to be working with my sister, I know nothing about fashion.”
“That’s why you’re an assistant and not running the company.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.” And how will I be able to take sex breaks? I can’t believe that’s all I can think about: how to schedule in porn, how to sneak Lo through her offices, how to find time to feed my desires.
“Well, you lost the bet, so you owe me.”
“Can’t I just pay you?”
“No, that’s too easy.”
I sigh, wondering if I’ll be able to squirm out of the deal as it approaches later in my life. Probably not, but by the time it happens, maybe I’ll be okay with my decision. So I nod. “Okay. I’ll be her assistant sometime in the future.”
“Near future.” He types something in his phone and then stands. “I have to take this.” He presses the cell to his ear and heads into the living room. Leaving me alone with Ryke.
I hop on the counters by the cabinets and face him.
Ryke glances over his shoulder at the hallway where Lo disappeared. “Does he like his father? I can’t tell.”
I shrug. “It depends on the day.”
He turns back to me. “What’s he like?”