Page 20 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“What’s going on in here?” His attention doesn’t leave me. He just tilts his head and waits.
“Nothing.” I shrug.
“Evan’s giving me a ride to the mechanic,” Lilah explains, her tone betraying a guilt I don’t give a shit about.
We’ve done nothing to be ashamed of.
“Oh really?” Chris only raises an eyebrow.
“Ready?” I turn to Lilah, who looks more than eager to be done with this awkward conversation.
“Yeah. See you later, Chris.” Lilah exits the elevator, and I follow, only to stop when Chris grabs my arm.
“Ev, you got a minute?” he asks.
Fuck.
“Yeah.” I toss my keys to Lilah. “I’ll be right there.”
She walks away, and I meet Chris’s gaze.
“What’s up?”
“What’s going on with you and Lilah?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He cocks a brow again.
Damn, I want to tell my best friend exactly what’s going on. But all I know is that I can’t shake this unquenchable need for Lilah. Her taste. Her silken skin. All of her.
“You told me to be nice,” I remind him.
“I did.”
“I’m being nice.”
“Uh-huh.”
He doesn’t buy any of the story I’m trying to sell.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“Just a reminder about the clause in our contract.”
“Which one?” I ask. Like he isn’t talking about the only one I’ve thought about endlessly over the last six goddamned months.
“The no-fraternization one.”
Band members are forbidden from being involved with one another. Which wasn’t a problem for the five of us guys who started Just One Yesterday in high school. It was never a question—until her.
Lilah.
“I remember.”
He nods. “Okay.”
“I’ll see you later, man.” I turn and walk toward the exit, sticking my hands in my pockets, only to be stopped by Chris once again.
