“Willa works the counter,” he explained. “I want to give her some of this pie. Apple’s her favorite.”
“What’s up with you two?” I asked baldly.
“Up with who?”
“You and Willa.”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean, nothing?”
“I mean, we’re friends. Best friends. Willa, me and Savage. Three peas in a pod. The Three Musketeers. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”
“Yeah, so you’ve said.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I don’t know. It’s just an interesting dynamic,” I said. “I guess if it works it works.”
“It works.”
“I’m going to hop in the shower real fast and then we can get out of here.”
Half an hour later, I came out of the bedroom.
“Why do you look like a cater waiter?” Duke asked with a smirk.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“All that’s missing is the bow tie.”
“Hey, I can take the rest of that pie away from you,” I said.
“But you made it for me. It would be bad form to take back a present. A present that is so delicious in my belly.” He patted his stomach.
I grabbed my sunglasses. “You riding shotgun with me, or are you riding your bike?”
“You. Can’t carry a pie on my bike.”
“I have one rule,” I began.
“Shoot.”
“You don’t get to control Spotify.”
“Are you this bossy with Slash?”
“He’s the one who’s bossy. All the time. In every situation.” I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.
Duke arched a brow.
“Say nothing and I’ll bake you another pie.”
“Deal.”
I quickly locked up and then we got into the car.
“I promise not to control Spotify, but can I at least put in a request?” Duke asked.