Page 82 of Good Time Boyfriend
I wanted to know, needed to know what would happen once I finished this.
But that meant I would have to wait for it.
“Addison?”
I turned to see Luca standing there, my best friend. Well, one of them. Somehow, when the world hadn’t been watching, Luca Cassidy had become my best friend.
Devney was my childhood best friend and would always be like a sister. Paisley was quickly becoming a best friend.
But there was one thing I learned growing up, that those words mattered and changed over time. That I could have more than one best friend. Each person in my life meant something different to me.
Luca and I had clicked the moment we met. I would be forever grateful that Devney had faked a relationship with his brother.
“What?” I asked when he said something else. I was lost in my own thoughts, trying to figure out what was going on.
Because honestly this all felt like a dream.
“I asked if you needed something to drink. You know. To help.”
I snorted, because he looked just as lost as I did.
“I’m really not good at this, Luca.”
“You too? Because this is a first for me. And I’m not good at firsts.”
“Oh, I’m pretty sure you’re good at firsts,” I joked before I sat down on the bar stool next to me and put my hands over my face and screamed.
Luca was there in an instant. His hands on my shoulders as he kept me steady.
That was Luca, the steady one.
I pretended to be steady. I freaked out and screamed and pretended I knew what I was doing.
But in the end, I didn’t. I had no idea what to do or how to fix it.
“Do you want to go for a walk? Do you want me to feed you? Please just tell me what to do right now.”
I lowered my hands and looked up at my best friend. “I have no idea what to do either. This is really poor timing.”
“Well, I think it’s the timing that needed to happen.”
I blinked. “Are you just trying to spout off sage crap that makes no sense but sounds good so you feel better and in control of the situation?”
Luca nodded. “Of course. It’s how I work with cats who really don’t want anything to do with me. I talk calmly, and then my staff and I tackle the poor thing and hide its little head so it’s not scared anymore.”
I blinked, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Are you saying I’m an uncontrollable cat with a biting issue?”
Luca smirked, his eyes going dark and smokey. “Oh, I know you like biting.”
I froze for a minute before I snorted and laughed, flipping him off. It was exactly the reaction he wanted because I knew he was trying to relax both of us.
“So. Seen any good movies lately?” he asked.
“You know I’ve been working eighty-hour weeks, and I don’t actually know what movies are anymore.”
Luca sat next to me, his hand on mine, as we waited. And waited.
“You work longer hours than I do, and I don’t get any time off.”
