“Then we’ll just back off. Kensuke’s love life is really none of our business. Heck, we’ll probably never even hear from him again, anyway.”
Tom Alan’s phone rang. “Oh. It’s him.”
“‘Never’ don’t last as long as it used to, I guess. What’s the tosser want?”
“‘Dude, I’ll go to Rio with you,’” Erika read over Tom Alan’s shoulder. “‘Just you and me. Leave the chicks and your BF at home.’” Her hand stung after smacking Tom Alan’s hard pec again.
“Ow!”
“Jerk.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“I ask but one favor,” Milo said dramatically.
“What?” The tone made Tom Alan glower.
“If our love is fated for tragedy, if you’re going to leave me for a high schooler…please do it while I’m young enough to rebound.”3