Page 23 of The Toughest Play


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“I suppose I could fit you two into my busy schedule.”

“Ignore her, she’s just kidding,” Autumn jumps in.

“No, I’m not. We need some new, muscular friends. You never know when we might need a couch moved.”

Autumn’s green eyes cooly assess her friend. “Really?”

Scarlett shrugs, picking up the metal spatula, and begins cutting into the lasagna. She dishes three squares onto plates and adds a slice of fresh-from-the-oven garlic bread too. “We’re pretty informal here and usually eat at the island. Have a seat.” She sets down a plate along with silverware in front of me.

I slip onto a barstool. “Thank you. This looks amazing.”

“Wait until you taste it,” Autumn says, grabbing water from the fridge. She places a bottle in front of me and sets the other two on the island.

Scarlett pushes Autumn’s dinner plate over next to mine before nudging her friend in the arm. “Sit down and eat.”

I’m surprised by how quickly Autumn accepts her direction and climbs up onto the stool next to mine. Scarlett settles next to Autumn, and we all dig in.

“Wow. This is delicious,” I say.

Autumn nods. “It’s as amazing as usual.”

“Who needs a husband when you have me, right?” Scarlett winks.

Autumn laughs. “I can think of a few reasons I might need one.”

“You don’t need a husband for those things,” I say.

Scarlett snickers. “Sounds like Rogan is volunteering.”

Autumn turns her head, glancing at me. “You don’t even know what I’m looking for.”

My lips spread into a slow smile. “I’m pretty sure I do.”

“So you want to hang pictures for me? And take out the trash? Fill my tires with air? Check the oil in my car?”

I nod. “If that’s what you need, sure. But just so you know, I’m capable of handling more challenging tasks, and I’ll do so with finesse.”

Scarlett makes a whooping sound. “Sounds like an offer you can’t refuse.”

Her eyebrows dip inward as she frowns. “No, thanks. I’m not looking to complicate my life.”

I shrug. “Okay.”

Autumn’s eyes flash wider. “Okay?”

“Yep, that’s what I said.”

“You don’t care?”

Of course I care.

But maybe she needs to think I don’t. I’m still trying to figure her out. She’s different from most of the women I know.

CHAPTER 8

AUTUMN

He doesn’t care?

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