Page 39 of Just Friends
“Stop telling me what to do.”
“Fine. Stay cold. Like I care.” Weasel made the first right straight into the kitchen and let Rebecca go into the living room with everybody else alone. He proceeded to the crock-pot and the delicious smelling stew waiting. And wasn’t two spoonfuls into the dish when Ben leaned in the doorway from the dining room and studied him.
“You’re eating,” he said.
“Hungry.” He shoveled in another bite.
“In the middle of a fight with her?”
“Fighting makes me hungry.”
Ben chuckled. “You’re not angry.” Before Weasel could protest, Ben held up a hand. “I’ve known you forever, and you were furious when you found Dustin here with…” he pointed to Weasel. “See the mention of his name makes you mad. I know you, so don’t bother trying to lie. You wouldn’t have come back in here with her still upset.”
“She was cold; I’m not a total asshole.” Ben leveled an expression of disbelief. Weasel sighed. “Did Autumn and Hannah surround her?”
He nodded. “And Brandon.” Weasel didn’t reply, but continued eating. “You made up outside and don’t want us to know,” Ben said.
Weasel shrugged. “She stopped yelling, but I’m hoping to get outta here and really makeup as quickly as possible.”
Ben smiled. “Will you two just get together, already? All of this ‘will they’ or ‘won’t they’ is getting old.”
“Trust me, I’m voting for as soon as imaginable. I don’t have any problem getting women.”
“Sure, but can you keep one woman?”
He sure hoped so.
“Because that one’s not your usual type––”
“I’m aware. Look, I wouldn’t ever screw around on her.”
Ben stared at him for another beat and his eyes went wide. “Holy crap,” he muttered, “you’re in love with her.”
Weasel shushed him. “Someone will hear you.” In love? Was he? He’d never been in love nor had he ever chased a guy out for coming on to a woman either. Hell, maybe this was love.
“Someone?”
“Just pipe down and keep it to yourself.” Weasel tossed the paper bowl into the trash.
“Did you give her a dead deer?”
“Cooked it, didn’t she?” He headed to the living room to find out if Rebecca wanted to yell at him in front of everyone, again, but she was nowhere. All eyes in the place stared. “Where is she?”
“Gone,” Autumn said.
Yes.
“Because of you,” Hannah growled.
Time to make a hasty retreat. “How long ago?”
“Like five minutes,” Autumn replied.
Perfect, she’d be almost home. Weasel paced and muttered for show.
“Look, Mister,” Hannah jumped up and charged at him finger wagging in the air, “you can’t go around acting like a caveman.”
“And how dare you say she’s overacting,” Autumn chimed in.