“Tell your dad you want another rescue dog, Skye!” Malone calls out to the little tyke, his cousin’s kid. “Vet services are on the house.”
“I already told him I want one. He said yes!”
“Because he’s wrapped around your little finger!”
“I’m going to work on my list of dog names tonight.”
“Please consider Jason,” I call out.
I sling my bag over my shoulder, making my way out of the park with Malone.
“You want a dog named after you?” he asks.
“Hell yeah. That’s the ultimate compliment.”
“Good point. I’ll aspire to convince her to choose Malone now. Or Truly. I bet she’d like that. Speaking of, I hear my sister’s going undercover with you.”
My brain speeds up, spinning, as if I need to fashion an excuse. But I shut down that matchstick reaction. There’s nothing wrong with her going undercover with me. Just as there’s nothing wrong with me spending time with her. This exchange of favors is no different than us going to jujitsu, or for a bike ride or a hike.
I pretend our plans are a state secret, bringing my finger to my lips. I shush him. “I don’t want anyone here to know.” I glance around the path as if we’ve entered enemy territory.
“Yes, I’m sure everyone has followed you to document your whereabouts.”
“You never know. I’m rather famous in this city.”
“Or in your own mind.”
I tap my temple. “I’m a legend up here.”
“No doubt. I find it amusing it took the two of you this long to figure out she would be a perfect companion.”
I snap my gaze to him, surprised at his comment. “What do you mean?”
Malone scratches his jaw, chuckling as we head toward the Columbus Circle side of the park. “It’s hilarious, the idea of you two pretending to be a couple at a wedding.”
Is he onto something? Trying to get under my skin and extract intel? But then I talk sense into myself because that one night was months ago, nothing more has happened, and we never let on. And since nothing has transpired in six months, isn’t that proof of either a supreme lack of interest or supreme resistance?
I vote the latter and pat myself virtually on the back.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s pretty amusing. Since we’re obviously not a couple.” I laugh for good measure, like I’m selling my case.
What the hell? I don’t need to make him a pitch. Truly and I are not a couple. Maybe I should remind him that the ocean is wet and sugar is sweet.
Malone cracks up, shaking his head. “That’s not what I mean.”
Now I’m thoroughly confused. “What do you mean, then?”
“Seriously? You don’t know?”
My skin prickles, the back of my neck growing hot. Shit. Fuck. Bugger. He does know I shagged his sister. He found out somehow, and he’s going to toy with me. Malone is a clever bastard, and perhaps he’s sliding the knife under my skin, ready to fillet me. I don’t want to be filleted, or grilled, for that matter.
And I don’t want to lose a good friend.
Especially over something that won’t happen again. So I lean on my skills. I can fake this. I can pull off nothing-to-see-here. “No clue what you’re on about.”
“The two of you bicker so much you seem like a real couple. It’s so believable that the two of you could be together.”
I jerk my gaze toward him. What the hell did he say? “Your sister and me?”
“You argue enough to fool anyone into thinking you’ve been together forever.”
He hums a tune under his breath as we turn onto Central Park West, and I chew on that observation, wondering if it means anything or nothing.
I decide it’s positive. It’s a damn good thing if Truly and I appear like we’re a couple over the next few weekends.
But at the end of the day and the end of the night, we are only fiction.
Later that night, I head to my office, also known as the coffee shop near my apartment. But unlike half the other patrons at cafés these days, I don’t FaceTime in public or conduct conference calls at top volume while sipping my mochaccino.
Like I drink mochaccinos.
With a cup of tea in hand, I settle on a leather couch in the back corner, and Troy and Sully arrive shortly.
“Gentlemen,” Sully says, spreading his arms wide. “What is up?”
“This is what’s up. Did you know two of Shakespeare’s plays were translated into Klingon? Just learned that this evening in my playwriting class,” Troy offers.
