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I shrug. “True.”
The waitress stops at our table, and Carter scans her from head to toe before I nudge him. “You are so embarrassing,” I scoff quietly.
“I could have her panties in my pocket before she gets our drinks,” he says in challenge under his breath.
“We’ll have two coffees. She’ll have a mimosa, and he’ll have your number,” Cash offers, pointing at Carter, who doesn’t even pretend to be put off by the call-out.
“I will,” he says with a wink.
The waitress giggles, and that’s the end of that. She was too easy. He’ll be over her by morning.Aftershe’s been under him.
Men.
Hell, women too.
When will these girls realize that the only women these James men will ever take seriously are the ones who don’t fall over themselves to be with them? There’s no way they’ll settle for anything less than women who put them in their place. Someone with a little backbone.
“I’ll also take an Irish coffee,” he adds.
She disappears with a smile. There’s no way she won’t return with her number on a napkin. So predictable.
“As for my roommate,” he adds, giving me a pointed look.
My stomach plummets in response to his scrutiny. Does he know about Jay and me?Is there a Jay and me?Maybe there was for about half a second, but not anymore.
“He isn’t anymore.”
“Huh?” I ask, sure I misunderstood while I was having a mini freak-out.
“What do you mean?” Cash asks.
Carter ogles the waitress as she sets each of our drinks in front of us, leaning over a bit more than necessary. “He has to be in Boston, so he moved out. His stuff is still there and he’s still paying rent, but I have the place to myself. It’s not terrible,” he says with a cocked brow, his attention fixed on the waitress’s ass as she walks away.
I nudge him in the arm. “Gross.”
He laughs.
“Cool, so Frank and I can stay there next weekend?” Cash asks, already scheming.
Carter nods. “Yeah, he won’t mind. I’ll text him to check, but he hasn’t been back in weeks.”
The conversation shifts to the kind of trouble the guys are getting up to at school, but I tune out, my mind spinning. He hasn’t stayed in Providence in weeks? But he takes the train to Boston with me every day. From Providence. Where I assumed he lived. Where he did live. Where hedoesn’tlive?
If he’s staying in Boston, why is he taking the train?
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FIX YOU BY COLDPLAY
JAY
“Where is she?” I say when I stalk into the coffee shop on Sunday morning. I swear to Christ if she isn’t here…
“Who?” Mia asks like an idiot. She twirls her hair around her finger and everything, feigning a clueless expression but knowing precisely what she’s doing.
“Mia, today is not the day.”
I have bags under my eyes, I’m wearing jeans, which is rare as shit, and I’m running on limited sleep. My father forced me to endure hours of discussions about what I need to do this week to ensure the last few steps of his plan succeed.
