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“You didn’t offer us a sandwich. I see how it is.” Noah grinned and reached toward Tristan’s plate.
Tristan smacked Noah’s hand. “Try and die.”
Wes snickered. “That looks better than what I had. When did you become the sandwich king?”
“This guy?” Noah pointed at me. “He’s always had that crown. When we roomed together, he basically lived on them.”
“Still do. Mostly.” I shrugged. “They’re quick, easy, and have endless variety. It’s impossible to get tired of sandwiches.”
“I’m not sure I agree with all of that.” Noah sneered. “I got pretty sick of them.”
“You were always more than welcome to make something else if you didn’t like what I fixed on my night. Those were the rules.” I shook my head. Ungrateful. That was what Noah was. “And now that we’re not roomies, what are you fixing yourself for dinner most nights?”
Laughing, Noah held up his hands. “Fine. You win. Sandwiches. But I buy Swiss cheese and roast beef. I might never eat ham again.”
Wes barked out a laugh. “That’s going to be an issue at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter.”
“Just Easter, but yeah.” Noah picked up the cards Wes dealt. “I’m hoping to be over it before then.”
Tristan lifted half the sandwich and took a big bite. He chewed a minute then asked, “Has anyone heard how Megan’s author signing went? I meant to get over there but didn’t manage it.”
I froze. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. My neck burned. So did my cheeks.
“I dropped by for a bit. Looked like she had a pretty steady crowd coming in and buying.” Wes burned a card and flipped the next into the middle of the table. “I was surprised I didn’t see anyone else there.”
This time, I wasn’t imagining the pointed look. “Yeah. I didn’t make it. Sorry. It slipped my mind and I took my bike out on the trail. By the time I was back, I was exhausted and stinky.”
“Nice. Way to support a friend, man.” Noah tossed chips into the pile. “I was there for about an hour. She said I just missed Wes. The author was nice. Easy to talk to, super personable. I ended up buying a four-book urban fantasy series from her and I don’t even really know what urban fantasy is.”
Tristan laughed. “I like it. Text me the titles and I’ll grab the e-books.”
“Or, you could swing by and see if Megan still has some copies. Support your local bookseller, and so forth.” I shot Tristan a pointed look.
“Right. I’ll do that. Do you think she’s going to have extras?”
I nodded. “Yeah. She mentioned she did.”
“You still picking her brain for the Christmas gala? I would have thought that was basically done at this point.” Noah shook his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were looking for excuses to spend time with her.”
Tristan shot me a considering glance.
Wes scoffed. “Nah. You know Cody.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant. I also wasn’t going to ask, because I was ready for the conversation to shift away from Megan. They were too close to saying something that would open up the bag of cats. “Are we playing poker here, or what?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tristan tossed chips into the center of the table.
Wes burned another card and flipped over the next.
I let out a breath and, for just a moment, wondered if Megan was having as tricky a time at her girls’ night as I was here.
We needed to figure out what our end game was.
Soon.
16
MEGAN
