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And I know just the man for the job.
I kiss my mom on the head, finally understanding the request she’s had since her diagnoses and remembering her demand before she fell asleep to bring Libby home to her. Keeping my voice low to make sure I don’t wake her up, I give her my word. “I will.”
14
Tyson walks in as I shoot off a text with a damn smile on my face.
“You’ve been walking around like a smitten schoolgirl for days now.” Ty tosses keys into the communal key bowl before flopping on the couch and grabbing the remote.
“Shut up,” I say. “What keys are those?” He has a couple of cars, but they all have their own keychains. This one is new.
“Just something I’m testing out,” he says as he flips through the channels. “You gonna tell me what’s going on with that?” He nods his head towards my phone.
“There’s nothing to tell.” It’s annoying that he’s prying. Libby and I have been in our own little bubble for a couple days, texting throughout the day, and it’s been nice — more than nice.
“Bullshit. You know that she’s my sister’s best friend, not to mention a friend of mine as well. We have seen her go through some shit. If you decide she’s just a fling, I’m going to have to kick your ass.” His eyes are serious, and it’s adorable he thinks he could ever take me. But also complete bullshit that Tyson Miller is lecturing me about having a fling.
“I’m aware she’s been through some tough times. But she’s not a fling.” It’s true. As much as I’ve enjoyed the banter and flirting, it hasn’t gone beyond that. I haven’t even seen her since Tyson’s game. We’ve scratched the surface of getting to know each other, but I’m itching to know more.
“Right. Just don’t be dumb. For all of our sake,” he mutters, and focuses on the TV as I head for my room.
Every time I’m around Libby, it seems as though she enjoys my company as much as I enjoy her. Or maybe that’s me being hopeful. It was never my intention for a week to pass without seeing her again, but work has been extremely busy since I took that day off to be with Libby that was cut short by my mom needing a ride to her doctor's appointment. I’d like to think my construction crew could function for a day without me, but everything went to shit.
Now it’s Friday, and I gave my guys the weekend off. It’s going to set us back a little, but there's a certain redhead with icy blues that I can’t stay away from any longer.
I pull out my phone to text Libby.
Me: Do you have any plans for this weekend?
Libby: I have a date tonight
What? This is news to me, but I need to play it cool.
Me: Oh? Who's the lucky guy?
Libby: Ben
Who the fuck is Ben?
Me: Does Ty know about this?
Why the fuck did I ask that? She doesn’t answer to Ty, or to me, for that matter. But I’m grasping at straws here. I need answers.
Libby: Ty likes him.
I’m out of my room the second the text comes in. “Who is Ben and why haven’t you told me about him?” I ask Tyson, my voice oozing with disapproval.
He shoots his hands up in defense. “Whoa. What are you talking about?”
“Libby said she’s going on a date with some guy named Ben and that you like him.” I clench my jaw, trying to keep my tone even.
“Dude, you have it bad,” he chuckles. He fucking chuckles.
“I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of this. Are you going to tell me who the creep is?”
“Why don’t you just ask her?” His attention is back on the basketball game he was watching before I came barging in, clearly not taking my side in this. Fucking cool.
I take a few calming breaths before replying to Libby.
