Chapter 8

I laughed out loud.

“Ethan. I’m not sleeping on your couch. Because I’m not that cheap.”

Ethan’s brow knit tighter. He rushed to explain:

“I can rent you your own apartment. It’s not a big deal.”

“So I’m just supposed to keep tolerating you living with my best friend? Is that it?”

Ethan was, briefly, at a loss for words.

Just then, my phone buzzed. A text from Owen: he was already downstairs at my office.