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His smile breaks over his face. “Unlikely, but it sounds like fun.”
“You’re as crazy as Becca is,” Nick mutters.
“Crazy like a fox,” he says with a snicker.
“Jesus, you’re spending way too much time with her.” Nick’s right. He’s sounding more like
Becca and Colton every day.
God help us all.
The trash-talking and complaining continue as we haul our sore asses to the elevator. Well, Nick
and I haul. Jonas walks normally, the asshole. The doors open on our floor, and Jonas and I step out. I
attempt to wave bye to Nick as he continues up one more floor, but my arm just flops around. Shit.
This is bad.
I blame the pain and the worry over having to live the rest of my life with floppy arms for missing
her. It’s Jonas’s “Hi, Maya,” that clues me in. I freeze, scanning the landing, but totally miss her. On
the second pass, I spot her sitting on the floor near the elevator.
“Hi. Um. I didn’t know which door was which.” Her eyes flash to mine, then away, and
everything that happened before the hellish workout flashes through my mind. Her sobs, her fists
striking the suit, and her kiss. That devastating kiss.
I clear my throat. I don’t know what to say. Everything I thought I knew about the world and the
way I walk in it has been turned upside down in the hours since I saw her. So what do I go with?
“Hey neighbor, fancy meeting you here.”
Fuck. The awkward is catching.
She’s infected me.
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“I t’s like a museum in here,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Not only to comfort
myself, but to stop myself from flailing and breaking something. “Pretty sure some of the stuff in
here is worth more than I make in a year. And I make stupid money.”
Zach, arms dangling at his sides, still in his sweatpants and t-shirt from earlier, but both
significantly sweatier, frowns, glancing around his apartment. I stopped in the foyer, afraid to go
further after he asked me in. I don’t know the etiquette for this. Am I supposed to go into my boss’s
house? Is that done?
