Chapter 7

Seth shrugs. “He’s a trip. Funniest guy you’ll ever meet. I think you’d hit it off well with him.”

I don’t want to hit it off with Lonzo, and right now I don’t want to hear Seth talk about him, either. If he’s so damn funny, let him hook up with Josh and leave Seth to me.

My silence doesn’t clue Seth in that I’m not interested in hearing about his friend. “He likes coffee,” Seth continues, as if I asked. I didn’t. “I told him about your place and I must’ve talked it up too much, because he wanted to check it out for himself. He really liked that Raspberry Mocha. Good choice.”

“Thanks.” I set the beer down on the table and feel myself pouting—I didn’t come here for this.

The leather sofa squeaks as Seth scoots a little closer to me. “Lonzo’s a party animal,” he says, watching me. I want to scream, Who cares?“You strike me as the type who likes to have fun. You should come out with us sometime.”

“I’m not really into that,” I whisper.