“Who is he?” Christopher snaps as we walk away.
“I met him last night. We talked for hours.”
“When?” He scoffs. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
“While you were entertaining your harem.” I smile. I turn my head to watch Zack walk away in the other direction. “Cute, huh?”
“I don’t like him,” he snaps.
“You don’t even know him.”
“Well, what does he do for a job?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? This is need-to-know information, Hayden.”
“Why are you calling me Hayden all of a sudden? Are you Grumps now?”
“Shut up,” he scoffs as we walk along. “Where does he come from?”
“Hawaii.”
“Hawaii,” he snaps. “Why would he be here? Isn’t he on vacation all year round?”
“What is wrong with you?” I frown.
“Nothing.” He stomps along, clearly annoyed. “You told me you weren’t dating, that’s all.”
“I never said I wasn’t dating; I said I had no interest in sharing body fluids with someone I don’t know.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be crass.”
“What?” I huff. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. Every second thing you say is sexual. Your name is Christopher Crass.”
“Don’t try and be cute,” he snaps as he walks in front of me. “Save it for Zack.”
“Okay.” I walk along. “I will . . . and besides—”
He cuts me off. “Don’t talk to me.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Are you jealous?”
“No. I’m not fucking jealous. I don’t get jealous.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes.
He turns back again. “Does he know that I sleep with you and we spoon in bed?”
I frown. What the fuck is going on here? “Umm . . . for your information, lover boy, you crashed in my bed after you had an orgy with two girls. It wasn’t exactly a romantic moment.”
“There was no orgy,” he barks as he keeps marching along. “There were only two of them.”
“Oh.” I throw my hands up. “Can you listen to yourself? It’s okay for you to sleep with every woman in town. I’m meeting a guy in a club, and you’re carrying on like a pork chop.”
“I don’t care what you do,” he snaps.
“Good,” I snap back.
We walk home in silence. How did such a wonderful day end with a childish tantrum? He’s stomping along like the Hulk.
“You know, you’re cute when you’re angry,” I tease.
“Shut up.” He turns back to me like the devil himself. “Walk faster. You need to get ready for your date.”
I dig out my razor from a shopping bag and hold it up. “You’re right, I do.” I smile as I wiggle my eyebrows.
His eyes bulge from their sockets. “You’re not sleeping with him, Hayden. Get that out of your head right fucking now. You are staying at fucking one.”
“What is your problem?” I ask.