The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(36)

He and the shop attendant go through the warranty and instructions. “I’ll wait outside,” I say.

“Okay.”

I walk out and hear someone call my name. “Hayden.”

I turn to see a guy I met last night. He’s staying at a backpackers’ hostel down the road from ours. “Hi, Zack.” We spoke for over an hour. He seems really nice.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He smiles.

“Really?” My stomach does a little flip.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Waiting for my friend, my roommate. He’s buying a phone.”

“Oh, right.” He smiles over at me.

I smile right back as the air crackles between us.

Christopher walks out the door with his phone in a shopping bag. He looks between Zack and me.

I introduce them. “Christopher, this is Zack.”

“Hello,” he says as they shake hands.

“So you get to share a room with her?” Zack says with a huge smile. “Lucky prick.”

Christopher’s chin tilts to the sky as if he’s annoyed. “Where are you staying?” he asks in a clipped tone.

“In Rubens Backpackers.” Zack turns his attention to me. “Hayden, do you want to go out tonight . . . like on a date?”

“She has plans,” Christopher replies before I have a chance to even open my mouth to reply.

“Oh.” Zack’s eyes flick between Christopher and me.

“But you could meet us out if you wanted to?” I offer.

Zack smiles broadly. “That sounds great.” He digs his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll give you my number. Text me where you are.”

“Okay.”

I give him my number as Christopher glares at him. What is his problem?

“See you tonight?” I ask.

“Can’t wait.” Zack smiles.

“Goodbye,” Christopher snaps as he grabs my hand. “We have to go, Hayden.”

I frown. That’s the first time I can remember that he’s ever said my name.

“Who is he?” Christopher snaps as we walk away.

“I met him last night. We talked for hours.”

“When?” He scoffs. “I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

“While you were entertaining your harem.” I smile. I turn my head to watch Zack walk away in the other direction. “Cute, huh?”

“I don’t like him,” he snaps.

“You don’t even know him.”

“Well, what does he do for a job?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? This is need-to-know information, Hayden.”

“Why are you calling me Hayden all of a sudden? Are you Grumps now?”

“Shut up,” he scoffs as we walk along. “Where does he come from?”

“Hawaii.”

“Hawaii,” he snaps. “Why would he be here? Isn’t he on vacation all year round?”

“What is wrong with you?” I frown.

“Nothing.” He stomps along, clearly annoyed. “You told me you weren’t dating, that’s all.”

“I never said I wasn’t dating; I said I had no interest in sharing body fluids with someone I don’t know.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be crass.”

“What?” I huff. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. Every second thing you say is sexual. Your name is Christopher Crass.”

“Don’t try and be cute,” he snaps as he walks in front of me. “Save it for Zack.”

“Okay.” I walk along. “I will . . . and besides—”

He cuts me off. “Don’t talk to me.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Are you jealous?”

“No. I’m not fucking jealous. I don’t get jealous.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes.

He turns back again. “Does he know that I sleep with you and we spoon in bed?”

I frown. What the fuck is going on here? “Umm . . . for your information, lover boy, you crashed in my bed after you had an orgy with two girls. It wasn’t exactly a romantic moment.”

“There was no orgy,” he barks as he keeps marching along. “There were only two of them.”

“Oh.” I throw my hands up. “Can you listen to yourself? It’s okay for you to sleep with every woman in town. I’m meeting a guy in a club, and you’re carrying on like a pork chop.”

“I don’t care what you do,” he snaps.

“Good,” I snap back.

We walk home in silence. How did such a wonderful day end with a childish tantrum? He’s stomping along like the Hulk.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re angry,” I tease.

“Shut up.” He turns back to me like the devil himself. “Walk faster. You need to get ready for your date.”

I dig out my razor from a shopping bag and hold it up. “You’re right, I do.” I smile as I wiggle my eyebrows.

His eyes bulge from their sockets. “You’re not sleeping with him, Hayden. Get that out of your head right fucking now. You are staying at fucking one.”