Stretching his hands over his head, he popped his neck from one side to the other. “We’ll get to that in a second. We’re still waiting for one more person to show up. How’ve you been holding up?”
“Oh…” I wasn’t too sure about that answer, so I shrugged. “Noel helped me move my things from Cam’s place yesterday, so I have…some of my stuff back, all that I’m ever going to get back, anyway. And I look for rentals every morning in the paper, but I haven’t found anything even remotely acceptable in my price range.”
He nodded, folding his hands together and resting them on the desk. “And everything else?”
With a sigh, I shook my head. “Ask me again in a month and maybe I’ll have an answer for you.” Not wanting to talk about Knox right now, I asked, “Who’re we waiting for anyway, and what exactly is this about?”
That’s when Knox appeared in the opened doorway. He stopped short when he saw me.
“Oh, God.” Popping to my feet, I gaped back in horror. Then I whirled to Pick. “Is this about last night?”
Pick lifted his eyebrows. “What happened last night?”
“Nothing,” I was quick to mutter, glad Ten wasn’t as big a gossip as I thought he was. After a quick, uncertain glance Knox’s way, I returned my attention to Pick and cleared my throat. “Why would you want to see the two of us together?”
Waving Knox the rest of the way into the room, Pick said, “Take a seat.”
Knox moved about two feet into the room and planted himself, not bothering to sit. So I folded my arms over my chest, remaining on my feet as well.
Pick sighed. “All right then. I wanted to let you know I found an apartment for you.”
My eyes widened and elation bloomed inside me. “That’s great!” I’d been searching everywhere and hadn’t found squat. Then I noticed Knox had a slight, confused scowl on his face, and it hit me that he’d been staying with Pick and also needed a place to live. “Wait.” I turned back to Pick. “Which…one of us are you talking to?”
He drew in a deep breath and then said, “Both of you.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Wow, you found two places? I couldn’t even find one. Are you sure they’re decent enough, because—”
“It’s a great place,” Pick assured with a nod. “I checked it out personally this morning. Perfect location, only about five minutes from here, decent price...two bedrooms.”
I squinted at him, trying to understand why it sounded like he was talking about one place instead of two. Then I shook my head. “I don’t understand. I don’t need a two-bedroom…” Both his expression and Knox’s had my mouth dropping open. “Wait, you don’t...you’re not actually suggesting we—the two of us—” I motioned between Knox and me. “Live together, are you?”
Pick shrugged. “You’ve always had a roommate before. And the last one was male, so—”
“Yeah, a male I was dating. Knox and I aren’t—”
“Hence the two bedrooms,” Pick added.
“But he hates me.” I pointed to the stony-faced man who hadn’t said a word since he’d come into the office.
A muscle in his jaw twitched as he glanced my way with a narrowed gaze. “I told you I didn’t.”
“Oh, so you support this idea? Because last night, you made it perfectly clear you wanted nothing to do with me ever.”
“Fuck, no. I don’t support this idea.” He seared his glare Pick’s way. “What’re you trying to play here, Ryan?”
Pick lifted his hands. “I’m not playing anything. You two already work together, you both need a place to stay fairly quickly, and you’re already familiar with each other. It’s the logical solution. You could split all the bills, and—”
“You need to stop talking right now.” I held up a hand. “Because nothing you’re saying sounds even remotely logical to me.”