The Spencer Cohen Series, Book Three(3)

By: N.R. Walker

He gave me a quick glance and shook his head. “No, but thanks anyway.”

Shell laughed knowingly, and Andrew told her to shut up, but he blushed, and that only made her laugh some more. I put my arm around him and pulled him into my side. “He has a much better offer.”

“I bet he does,” Shell said, and with a smiling kiss to his cheek and promises to see him at work, they walked out the door.

Andrew breathed in deeply before pulling away. “Does your arm hurt?”

Well, there were one of two ways I could play this. One, tell him the truth that no, it certainly did not hurt. Or two, play it for everything it was worth. “It’s a little tender,” I said, making a face and favouring my arm.

He pulled back, concern etched on his face, and took gentle hold of my freshly tattooed arm. “Really?”

“Yeah, I might need to lie down,” I said pretending to be serious. “And you might need to join me.”

Emilio snorted as he finished disinfecting the chair I sat in, which made Andrew look sharply at me. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“No,” I said, trying not to smile. “I need lots of attention of the fornication variety.”

Andrew dug his fingers in my ribs, making me jump. “In that case, you can buy me lunch.”

“Good because I’m starving.”

“And we need to go back to the music shop,” he said. “Because as good as the Jeff Buckley album is, there’s only so many times you can listen to it.”

I gasped, faking offence. “You wound me. There is only so many times you can listen to it, and that number is infinity.”

“Infinity is not a number.”

“Yes it is.” I walked to the door and opened it, waiting for him to walk out first. “After you.”

“You have to pick me a new album to listen to this week,” Andrew said, then he stopped and turned back to Emilio. “Oh, Emilio? Want us to grab you anything to eat?”

Emilio glanced quickly at me, then smiled and nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

I put my arm around Andrew’s shoulders and dragged him out the door. “Don’t try sucking up to my friends. Emilio will always agree with me. Infinity is a number.”

We could hear Emilio chuckling as the door closed behind us, and I smiled all the way up to the burger joint, with Andrew under my arm and a little piece of him freshly inked into my skin.


Andrew finished his burger and sat back in his seat, happily patting his belly. “So, what did you do this morning?” he asked.

I pushed my half-full plate away, baffled at how much he could eat. “Woke up alone.” I sniffed. “Where do you put all that food?”

“I burn it off at the gym. Would also explain why you woke up alone. I told you I was leaving.”

“I can think of plenty of other ways to burn calories.”

He blushed, but his smirk gave his interest away. “Is that so?”

“Yep. And you don’t even have to wear gym clothes.”

“Would I be wearing any clothes?”

“Absolutely not.”

He laughed. “Didn’t think so.”

“Truthfully, the fact you hide that body with any kind of fabric is a crime against humanity.”

He almost spat his drink, but he composed himself. “I’m not sure all of humanity would agree.”

“Then they’re either wrong or liars. Or lesbians. Or in the anti-argyle society.”

He burst out laughing. “Anti-argyle society?” He looked down at his argyle-patterned vest. “If they were anti-argyle, then wouldn’t that mean they don’t like me wearing it? Therefore they’d side with those who prefer me to not wear clothes, not those that do?”

“Don’t correct me with logic and reasoning and intelligence. It was funnier the way I said it.”

He laughed again and looked at me with soft, warm eyes. “So? Ready for your hot date tonight?”

My great mood just took a nosedive into Crapville. “It’s not a date.”

“I was joking.”

I frowned at my drink. We’d been through this before. “It’s work. I’m being paid to be there. If it were my choice, I’d be spending the night with you. You have to know it’s just a job to me.”

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