chuckled and returned his attention the bowl of ice cream on the table in front of him.
“I’m right,” he mumbled.
“So…you’ve told Steph you’re moving out. Now what?” Danielle asked. She glanced to her brother a moment. “I don’t suppose it would be appropriate to have you move in here with Vance and me.”
“You can share my room,” Vance teased. “There’s only one bed…but I’m all good with it if you—” Danielle slapping him soundly on the top of the head silenced him.
Boston giggled as Vance mouthed, “Ow!” at his sister.
“But when Vance’s house is finished, you can totally move in with me! It’s what I wanted you to do before…remember?” Danielle reminded.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Boston sighed. “I remember. But I have to be out in two weeks.”
“Two weeks? I thought the lease wasn’t up for a month.”
“She told me I have to be out in two weeks,” Boston said.
“You won’t last two weeks,” Vance interjected.
“What do you mean?” Boston asked.
Vance looked to Boston, then to Danielle, then to Boston once more. “You’re kidding me, right?” he asked. “There’s no way you’ll last two weeks with this chick! You’ve offended her pride; she’s ticked off. You’re a girl. Do you really think she can be amicable for two weeks?” He shook his head. “Nope. She’s gonna make your life a living hell.”
“Thanks for the encouragement,” Boston said, stirring her ice cream and chocolate syrup in the bowl. Once it was smooth, she put a heaping spoonful into her mouth and sighed, “Mmm!”
She felt somewhat self-conscious when she noticed both Danielle and Vance watching her—Danielle with apparent amusement, Vance with something akin to befuddled intrigue.
“So I see you’re a stirrer,” he said.
“I am,” Boston admitted.
He didn’t say anything else, just looked to his own bowl of ice cream and continued to eat.
“So…the cute guy at work asked me out today,” Danielle said.
“What?” Boston exclaimed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell us earlier!”
Danielle shrugged. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want to mention it in front of Steph. You know how she is.”
“Oh, I do!” Boston said, stirring her ice cream some more. “No doubt she would’ve found a way to drop by your office so she could check him out…and then try to steal him. She answered my phone when Logan called the first time today.”
“Oh my heck! I don’t know how you tolerate her!”
But Boston shook her head. “Let’s not talk about it. Worrying about Steph occupies too much of my time anyway. Tell me about the guy at work.”
Danielle’s face brightened. Her smile was so broad Boston wondered if her face might crack clean in half.
“His name is Theo, and he’s so cute! He wears these little bow ties that are so adorable and—” Danielle began.
“Danny!” Vance interrupted. “Are you kidding me? Bow ties?”
“Yeah! He sort of looks like Harrison Ford in the Indiana Jones movies. He even wears glasses. He’s just the cutest handsome I’ve ever seen!”
Boston giggled as Vance put a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples with a thumb and index finger.
“What’s the matter? You don’t go in for bow ties?” she teased.
“Not necessarily,” he said. He chuckled a little and added, “I’m just worried.”
“About what?”
“I’ve only been here one day…and with all you girls around—with no guys in my corner—what will I be like after a month of this? My estrogen level must’ve already gone out of sync.”
“Estrogen levels? Why do you say that?” Boston asked, giggling.
“Because right now, as I’m sitting here, the thought is running through my mind that Harrison Ford is kind of cute wearing glasses and a bow tie.”
Boston and Danielle erupted into pealing laughter. They laughed and laughed—then laughed harder! Boston couldn’t catch her breath. Her lower back began to hurt with the force of the
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