to Cedar Point with a bunch of his classmates the weekend after his senior graduation and returned home that night sicker than a dog. I was sitting out on my porch when his friends dropped him off. His coloring could have given the Incredible Hulk a run for his money.
After a long hesitation, Anthony laughed and replied, “Fine.”
I twisted around on the bench to look at him, certain I had misunderstood him. “What?”
“I said fine. It’s a date.” He pushed off the bench, unfolding his six foot something body and turned to me with a smile.
“But...I...”
“How do you like that? She’s so excited she can’t even talk,” he told my friends with a husky chuckle.
Try shocked. I couldn’t believe he’d actually accepted. “In your dreams, Carboni.”
“You sure are.”
My girlfriends’ muffled laughter surrounded me. They were eating this up.
“Ooh!” How could one guy make me feel so crazy?
“Enjoy your lunch.” He turned and headed for the door.
I jumped off the bench seat to chase after him. “Anthony, wait!”
He stopped and turned to me. “Yeah?”
“Are you serious?”
“About you?”
“No,” I blurted out. Talk about a one-track mind. “About going to Cedar Point with me.”
“Sure. In fact, there’s nothing I’d like better than to be strapped into a ride with you.”
Had he already forgotten about his last trip to an amusement park? I sure as hell wasn’t going to be strapped in beside a guaranteed puke machine. Anthony Carboni might be hot, but I had no intention of becoming a human barf bag.
“Look, about Cedar Point─”
His smile morphed into a frown. “If you’re thinking about dragging the spaghetti slinging crew along with us, think again. This is our date, Gina. Yours and mine alone.”
Yeah, one I was going to have to go on wrapped in plastic wrap. I considered reminding him about his last trip to Cedar Point and was about to do so when it hit me. Anthony was testing me, seeing how far he could push me before I backed out of our date. Well, I had news for him. I had no intention of backing out. Let him go and get sick. The guy deserved a little embarrassment of his own after this whole humiliating Sausage Queen thing. Maybe I’d even get it on my cell phone and post it to YouTube or something. It would serve him right.
Anthony glanced past me to the table where my friends sat watching us. “I think they’re waiting to order.”
I nodded, having completely forgotten how hungry I was. “I should get back...”
“I’ve got to get going anyhow. I still have a float to disassemble and then from what I hear a few windows to clean. Catch you later.”
I watched him walk away, wondering what had just happened? Had I really given in and agreed to go out with my hunky neighbor? Was I nuts?
Shaking my head, I turned and walked back to the table.
“Mmm...mmm...mmm,” Mia said, looking past me. “Can you say nice ass?”
“I wouldn’t know,” I replied. “I wasn’t paying any attention to that.”
“Liar,” Alisa said with a giggle.
I ignored her comment. Mostly because they were right. I had given in to temptation and checked out the fit of Anthony’s jeans as he’d walked away.
Annoyed at my own weakness, I replied, “We’re just friends.” Maybe if I said it enough times I’d stop letting my thoughts stray when it came to Anthony Carboni.
Anthony was my neighbor and despite his being a pain in the butt sometimes, I had to admit I actually considered him a good friend, too. Despite all our arguing. But I wasn’t blind or dumb when it came to him. I lived next door. I knew how many girls he’d dated. Knew even better how quickly he went through them. I set my mind a long time ago never to become one of Anthony Carboni’s has-beens, no matter how nice his ass was.
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