“Hey.” He looked at the girls and back at me. “You said you had food…so I brought drinks.”
“Holy shit.” Micca repeated as she grabbed Wendy’s hand. “Please tell me we aren’t hanging out with our f*****g king.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
I dropped my head down and shook it. “Yes, Micca. We will hang out with him.” I gestured for him to come in, and he walked into the kitchen. He slid the beer into the fridge and fidgeted for a few minutes before coming back into the living room and handing me one beer.
“What have you covered?” He dropped onto the loveseat next to me and the girls kind of stood around before I laughed.
I sealed the apartment and cracked the beer. “Sit down.” I pointed to the couch and chair surrounding my new coffee table. Everyone sat except Micca. “What?”
