The F Words [Enemies to Lovers 04 ] by Anyta Sunday

Author:Anyta Sunday [Sunday, Anyta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B009L9F2LS
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

With a spring in his step—it was Friday, after all —Eric made his way up the path to Rory’s porch. A grey crown pumpkin sat at the edge, shiny in an evening splinter of sunlight. Eric picked the hefty thing up, shaking his head, and hammered on the door, knock-knock-knockity-knock.

Since the Wednesday they’d had Indian, they’d somehow fallen into the routine of doing dinner together—well, routine might be stretching it. But yesterday they’d shared fish and chips at the beach, and tonight Rory had invited Eric over. He’d expected Rory to be nervous as he asked him, but it fell from the guy’s mouth with surprising effortlessness—surprising for the both of them, he was sure. Eric took him up on it and said he’d come with a movie. Rory had been quick to accept the idea.

“Armageddon?” Eric asked the moment Rory let him into the house.

“Christ, no. Maybe you should give it up.”

Eric handed over the pumpkin. “Never. What’s for dinner?”

Rory’s smile vanished when he took it. “Jesus. They came while I was here? They’re as bad as me and Wil—” He stopped suddenly, his face draining of color, then he twisted and slunk toward the kitchen.

Eric dropped his shoulder bag over the coat rack and trailed after him. He expected Rory’s silence to linger, but instead he kept talking, trying for jovial but reaching strained.

“Every Friday without fail. I think they’re trying to mess with our heads—but they’re stupid, Lily isn’t even here.”

Eric moved to the cupboards, opening doors. “Do you want them to stop?”

“What are you looking for?” Rory came up next to him, frowning into the cupboard. Then he said, “Yeah, if it’s those boys, I do want it to stop. I could’ve caught them today if I’d heard them, and . . . I just don’t want to see them.”

Eric located the coffee and snagged it. Rory pinched it out of his hands and moved to turn on the coffee machine.

“Why don’t you want to see them?”

Rory didn’t answer immediately, ditching an old coffee filter and replacing it. “The night you came over, when I wanted to run . . .” He opened up the coffee and lifted it to his nose, breathing in. His next words he spoke softly into the pack. “One of them looked just like William when he was younger. It . . . freaked me out. To put it mildly.”

“Oh.” Eric didn’t have a response to that. He wished for one, for the right thing to say to make it better so they could move back to casual banter and catch a few more laughs as they’d been getting better at the last week.

Rory poured water into the machine and switched it on.

Eric hesitated, then opened another cupboard and pulled out the two Disney mugs. “Here, you need a duck.”

Rory swung his head in Eric’s direction. “What’d you say?” When his eyes rested on the mug, he leaned back against the counter and laughed. There was a nervous lilt to it.

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