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Banner clears his throat, and I jump, flushing as I realise I haven’t made any introductions. “Jordan, this is Banner, my friend I was telling you about.” Banner tenses beside me, and when I look to see what’s wrong, his jaw is clenched and he’s looking away. Okay, then. “This is Lake, my best friend from school. She’s come down for a visit?”
“And I’m Max, the best-looking man you’ll ever meet,” he tells her, winking.
“You’re not my type,” Jordan tells him slowly, narrowing her eyes at him. She looks at his arm wrapped around Lake, and her lip curls.
I chuckle at Max’s expression. He looks wounded, like someone told him he couldn’t eat his favourite food.
“I’m everyone’s type,” he tells her, sounding a little screechy.
“Lower the tone,” Lake whispers from the side of her mouth.
“You’re shit out of luck anyway. There’s only one me, and I’m spoken for.” He snubs his nose at her, and I begin to think he’s really hurt by what she said.
“Do you have a vagina?” Jordan blurts out, raising her eyebrow at him.
When Max looks down at his crotch area, I have to hide my face in Banner’s arm to smother my laughter.
“Do you really want to see my appendage?”
“I think she’s trying to tell you she’s into girls,” Lake tells him, trying to hide her amusement.
Still looking confused, he eyes his girlfriend, then Jordan. “So do I, but what does that have to do with the price of chips?”
Jordan rolls her eyes, sighing. “I’m gay. Lesbian. Now you can stop panicking over the possibility a girl who likes dick, doesn’t likeyou.”
He grins, showing his pearly whites. “If I didn’t love my girlfriend, I’d have you changing your mind.”
She groans. “You remind me of someone I know.”
“There’s only one me, babe.”
Jordan shakes her head at him before looking to Lake. “You two together?”
“Yes. He can be a bit much, but he grows on you.”
“Like vegetables?” Jordan asks through chuckles.
Laughing, Lake nods. “I like you.”
“I like you, too. But I admire you more for putting up with him.”
“Hey,” Max snaps. “I’m a fucking legend. Let’s go, Lake. I don’t want her filling your head with stuff. And vegetables? I’m chocolate, baby. I melt on your tongue, and once you have a piece of me, you want more.”
“Until you eat too much and throw up, vowing to never touch the stuff again,” Jordan tells him teasingly, before facing me. “Text me. I need to go; I’m meeting some friends inside.” She glances at the others. “It was nice meeting you all.”
“You too,” Banner and Lake tell her.
Max pouts, glaring at the door Jordan just walked through. “I don’t like her.”
We all laugh at his expression, heading inside the restaurant. I spot Jordan sitting with a group of friends, but the minute I notice a pretty brunette watching me, I lower my gaze.
“The food here good?” Max asks as he sits down.
“Their burgers are the best in Whithall.”
“I’ll get two, then. I’m starved,” Max says, rubbing his stomach.
“I wouldn’t, mate. I can barely eat one.”