Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(51)

A yellow crane. In my cup.

I pluck it out and read the words good morning, sunshine written along the wing. It comes with me to my desk, and every time I glimpse it through the day, my smile is out of control. Words are flowing on a stupid piece about unrequited love, and I’m having so much fun with it, the usual guilt about not focusing on my book is absent.

I sit on my balcony for lunch, looking up at Kill Pen that looms over the hilly streets dotted with magnolia trees.

I take an extra-long shower where I don’t even jerk off.

I cook dinner, then wrap half and put it in the fridge, along with another crane that says, I hope you had a good day, followed by a heart.

The next day, when I find cranes hidden in random places all over the house, I’m not sure what this is, but know it’s something.

Maybe it’s fragile, and maybe it amounts to nothing, and maybe it means more to me than it does to Payne, but every crane I find through the day and night gets pressed flat and put in my drawer, where I can easily retrieve them and read the notes.

I dreamed we went to the beach together last night.

Ford showed me how to change brake pads yesterday.

Your smile is amazing.

I hope your muse hits soon.

I’ll pick up milk on the way home.

Everything from cute to funny to FYIs makes me grin like an idiot, and I’m so happy he’s not home to see me find these things.

Half an hour before I’m due to meet Marty, I shower, change, then head out. And when I get to the Killer Brew, I find Payne leaning against the wall by the door. His strong legs are planted wide, hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hi.”

“What are you …” I glance around, but he’s still watching me. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I asked to take a late lunch since I knew you’d be catching up with Marty.”

“Damn, I’m predictable.”

“There’s nothing predictable about you. I like it.”

I shiver, and it makes his face light up. “Is that your nice way of calling me weird?”

“Damn, Beau,” he says, following me inside. “Enough with the weirdness shit.”

I order three coffees, and Payne doesn’t say anything about me paying. I’ve never realized before how much I love that. We step aside to wait, and I give him a shy look. “I guess we both failed.”

He scoffs. “I don’t fail at anything.”

“The deal was if you move in, you help me be normal.”

“Normal is boring.” He gives me a look that dares me to argue. “But what did you fail at?”

“The deal I made with myself is that I’d use this chance to get to know you better, then pick at your faults like I do with every other guy, and it would make me get over you.”

“You talk about your feelings so easily.”

It’s a lot harder than he thinks. I shift. “Well, uh, it’s not a secret anymore. We both know. I’m not embarrassed.”

“Well, if it helps, you were always going to fail.”

“I was?”

“Of course.” He snorts. “I don’t have faults.”

I know he’s joking, but he’s absolutely correct about that. Our order is up, and we grab the coffees, then head over to meet Marty.

“You should join us every week,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Nah, this is yours and Marty’s thing. I’ll only impose this once.”

“Why? Because you missed me?” I tease.

His gaze finds mine. “I did.”

“Me too.” Then I press my coffee to my lips so he can’t see the way he’s made me smile.

Marty’s waiting in the usual spot, and he lights up when he sees Payne with me. “Where did you find this guy?”

“Lurking around a coffee shop.”

I watch them hug, and it makes me happy that their affection hasn’t changed from when we were kids. Payne’s never been that older brother who acted embarrassed by Marty.

“We’re not going to have to put up with you every week now, are we?” Marty asks.

Payne clutches his chest like he’s wounded. “The love … It hurts …”

“Beau sees you enough at home. I doubt he wants your ugly mug cutting into this time too.”

Actually, Beau does want his ugly mug cutting into any and all time. But I know what they both mean. This is the only time Marty and I actually get solo.

“Please.” Payne slings an arm around my shoulders. “Beau loves me.”

“Like a hole in the head, maybe.” Marty nods in the direction we usually walk. “Come on, I want to get my steps in before I need to get back. We can’t all have fast metabolisms.”

Payne lifts the bottom of his Ford’s Garage polo, revealing his lightly sculpted abs. “Don’t know what you mean.”

I whack him, and he releases me.

Payne clears his throat. “Actually, I have news.”

“Yeah?” The wide smile he’s wearing should set me at ease but instead makes me nervous.

“We got an offer on the apartment, and as of an hour ago, it’s sold.”

“Shit, that’s great,” Marty says.