Absolutely Not in Love (Sweater Weather, #7; Appies, #2)

by Jenny Proctor

speaking of Jadah, she’s teaching tomorrow morning, and she’s making me go with her. Want to come? Please don’t make me hot yoga by myself.” I roll my eyes. “You’re such a wimp.” “I’m not a wimp. I’m going, aren’t I? I just don’t like to suffer in solitude.” I pull a Coke Zero out of the fridge, pressing the cold can against the burned spot on my knuckle. “What time is she teaching? If you say anything before nine a.m., I’m out. It’s the weekend. I’m not getting up before school hours on the weekend.” He’s silent for a beat before he says, “It’s at six-thirty. But I promise I’ll buy you breakfast after. Maddox is staying with Mom and Dad tonight, so we can go by and pick him up after class, then he can come eat with us. You can talk to him about books yourself.” I groan. Josh knows exactly what to say to make me cave. Breakfast with just him I’d skip in a minute. But breakfast with Maddox? Even if it means stopping by Mom and Dad’s, which isn’t nearly as much fun for me as it is for Josh, I’m a sucker for my nephew, and Josh knows it. “Ugh. Fine. But it better not be fast food breakfast. And not Waffle House, either. I want something good.” “Deal. I’ll pick you up at 6:15.” “I can just meet you there if that’s easier.” “Nah. I’ll be driving past your scary apartment anyway. But don’t make me come up for you. I don’t want to get mugged on my way in.” I roll my eyes. “It’s not scary. I’m perfectly safe here.” Not that I have any intention of ever letting Josh come inside. He...