We walk to Kane’s big truck and climb in with grunts and swears about why a guymustlift his truck so high.
“Umm, actually…” I wait until she fastens her seatbelt. “I was thinking… it’s probably time I move back into my apartment.”
“Ha!” She switches on the ignition and pushes the truck into gear. “Nice try, Baby, but you aren’t leaving me. Twins fo’ life, remember? We swam in the same vagina water for nine whole months. We’re gonna be eighty and living together.”
“You can’t possibly want me being your third wheel.” I turn to her as the big truck pulls onto the street. “You must want privacy with Kane.”
“Um, no. Because when you leave, Eric will come back. Either way, I still don’t get to bang on the kitchen counter.”
“Ew.”
“And if I have to choose between house guests, I mean, Eric’s a cool dude, but I choose you. You don’t make dad jokes or leave sweaty gym socks on the bathroom floor.”
I scrunch my lips. “Ew.”