Excerpt . . .We sit on the grass, watching water trickle down a large fountain. Edward took me to a swank business center where he pointed out some pieces of architecture he loves. He also loves the small, Chinese-inspired garden – that sits amidst the buildings like a hidden gem – where we’re currently eating our lunch.
Edward steals the last egg roll, cramming it wholly into his mouth, and I can’t even complain. I’ve missed him – this. Our dynamic.
“What was Rose’s point about that Cabo story the other night? I can’t for the life of me figure it out. You guys were speaking in code or something.”
“Ugh, she was being such a hag. So, those old ladies just made me realize that I could . . . I should not be admitting this to you, but . . . anyway, I learned that I could trick girls into stuff by flirting with them. It started small – like I got the flight attendant to give me three bags of peanuts and two sets of wings. Then when school started up, I got girls to loan me pencils, get things for me, blah, blah, blah. The older I got, the more handy it became, and the more advantage I took of it.”
“Um, yeah. You had Jessica trained.”
“Like a dog,” he says, then snaps his eyes up to mine realizing what he said. We both burst out laughing because it’s true. Terrible, but true.
“Anyway, I was young when I started it. It just grew and so did my personality, and I turned into this.”
“Hmm,” I say appraising him. “Not so shabby.”
“No? Not disappointed?”
“Not today, no.”
“So Rose was just trying to tell you what I told you, that I was trying to manipulate you into doing what I wanted you to do – to hold my hand at school and crap.”
“It’s not crap; don’t call it crap. It’s important to you.”
“It’s . . . yeah, okay, it is.”
“Why do you want it so bad?”
“The truth?”
“No, tell me lies, please because that will really help us out. Yes, dorkwad, the truth!” I point at him and glare. “Truth,” I say annunciating clearly.
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