I just sit and stare at Cooper almost-dead Flanders as he glares over at me an inordinate amount of time. It was Laken. I just asked the fucker who the girl was in his bed, and he copped to it being my girlfriend without missing a beat. Either something’s not right, or Flanders has a death wish I’ll be more than happy to make come true. I shake my head. “Rattle out your excuses because we both know damn well you’ve got ‘em.” Grayson and Laken come back just in the nick of time. Great. I bet Coop will be sweating out one excuse after the next until we get a chance to continue our conversation. I’m sure he’ll think he’s bulletproof. Doesn’t matter. I think it’s time I arrange a happy accident for Flanders—send a couple girls his way he won’t be able to resist, then have them bite his balls off. Serves him right for thinking about Laken, and God forbid touching her. The thought makes me insane. “Everything okay?” Laken picks up on the tension and scoots in next to me—probably to read my mind.
