Chapter Twenty-Nine
Asher
When Max grins at me as he walks in, it sets off every internal alarm I have. It’s an open, blatantly happy smile I’ve never seen before.
“She’s giving me a chance! Can you give me some more smoothie recipes? She loves them.”
“You won her over by giving her my smoothie recipes?” I ask in disbelief. This woman is ridiculous at forgiving people. She needs a keeper.
“She, uh,” his smile wavers and comes down to a more normal level. “She’s having trouble eating, and I thought it would help.”
“Thoughtful of you,” I give him a nod of respect. “I’ll see what else I can find.”
“Thanks,” his shoulders sag in relief.
“What does your boyfriend think about this?” I haven’t asked about the guy much, mainly because I don’t like his toxic ass, and I’ve never even met him. I don’t know why I’m currently invested in Max’s drama. Any attention I give the situation helps fuel his desire to have me meet this poor woman as a mediator. No thanks.
“He’s nervous. She’s giving me a ledge to cling to, but he’s still in the cold.” The smirk he gets as he says it makes me want to smile. He obviously loves to stir up shit in his relationship with Trevor.
“When is he going to put in some effort?” I contain my disdain because the ass hasn’t done anything, and I know it. Fucking coward.
“Dude, please meet with him. Maybe between us, we can get him to see reason,” he clasps his hands together and drops to his knees to beg me.
“I am not your mediator. Tell the fucker yourself.”
“I have been. He’s not listening. Again.”
I write him off as a loss and shrug. “What happened to the suspicious roommate?”
Max’s happy grin comes back with a vengeance. “He’s like a brother to her. She saw a text relating to him and the mention of a blowjob, and she almost puked right in front of me.”
“I’m happy for you?” I’m not sure how to take that one.
“Whatever, you emotionless ass,” he says with a sappy smile, and I hide my cringe at his puppy love behavior.