“Hey yourself.” His gaze flickers past me into the cab. “This your buddy?”
Leaning back, I hook a thumb over at Rob. “Yeah. Rob and I go way back. We met in college. Freshman year we got assigned as roommates and I’ve been living with his fat ass ever since.”
Beside me, Rob says, “Hey! You never complained about my ass before.”
Kyle laughs and reaches into the cab, arm stretching in front of me to shake Rob’s. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kyle. I live—”
“Downstairs,” Rob answers. “I heard. Your place looks bigger than Danny’s?”
He’s fishing about Nadia, I know, trying to be slick about it, but Rob’s as subtle as a Mack truck. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I pull the key from the ignition and open the door, just enough to pop the lock and make Kyle take a step back. “Can we maybe talk after we unload the truck?” I ask. “It’s supposed to get real hot today, and I have to have this back by three.”