4 Chapter 4

I stared at Adrian and wondered why we were friends. He could be a bit judgmental at times—okay, most of the time—but I knew he meant well, and was a good guy, at heart. Though, it could be hard to tell beneath all that condescension and contempt.

“You leaving soon?” I asked.

“‘Bout another hour or so. Why?” Adrian went back to reviewing the paperwork on his desk.

“I want to buy you a beer. We haven’t done that in a while. You can tell me all about your perfect boyfriend, how much of a slut I am, how immaturely I behave, and I’ll humor you, like always. Deal?”

Adrian studied me for a minute, then smiled and said, “Okay. I could use a beer.”

“Great. I need to shower, though. Mind going to my place first?”

“Nope.”