She was just placing a box of Lucky Charms and a box of Cheerios beside the milk carton on the table when I walked in. “Here you go. She said healthy breakfast. Cereal is healthy. It has fiber.”
Did she really believe that? But then I saw her smirk.
“I love Lucky Charms,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Take a seat. I hate cooking, so this is as good as it gets. Want a croissant?”
“Hell no,” I growled.
“Whoa. Chill, buster.”
“Sorry.” I shook cereal into the bowl and then poured milk. “I really don’t like croissants.”
“Yeah, I think I got that. Make sure to tell her I fed you.”
“You bet.” Then, as nonchalantly as possible, I asked, “So what’s the deal with Damon?”
She took the seat across from me and smirked. “What do you mean?”
She knew what I meant. She just loved to torture people. “Kar,” I warned.
“Oh, calm down.” I hadn’t taken a bite of my healthy breakfast yet, and she pulled the bowl in front of her and started eating. “They’re just friends.”
I frowned. “Has he made a move on my girl?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Your girl? So I take it you guys are okay now?”
I nodded, grinning. “As if she hasn’t told you. I know you girls talk.”
She rolled her eyes. “We girls haven’t talked yet. I’m going to get the dirty deets later.”
“You do that.” It didn’t bother me for one second. I loved it when Red talked about me. I tried to turn on the charm. “So…I know you tell each other everything…”
“Uh-huh.”
“I thought this was my breakfast?” I grabbed the bowl back. “As I was saying—”
“You want me to spill the dirt on her?”
I guess I was that transparent. “You look really pretty today, Kar. That top looks phenomenal on you.” In my experience, compliments would get you anywhere with girls.
Usually.
“I know, right? In fact, I could use another one. In fuchsia, I think.”
I didn’t even bother smirking. “If you tell me more, I’ll buy you two.”
“Deal! What do you want to know?”
“How many times did she go to my apartment after I left?”
When Kara called it quits, I had most of the information I wanted and had promised to get her a Stella McCartney gift card on top of the two blouses she wanted.
“One last thing,” I added. “Does Damon know that she’s mine?”
Kara rolled her eyes. “What do you think?” She grabbed the bowl back. “Did you have to eat all the marshmallows?”
“Tell him I’ll kill him if he so much as touches her again. If he plans on making another move on her—”