came to her rescue. But rather than being grateful, she was pissed! Care to explain that to me?â
âYo, Mr. I Have No Impulse Control, this is not Flasher, okay?â said Eric as he watched two giggly coeds in NYU sweatshirts bounce along the street. âNew York women can take care of themselves. Delilah might be small, but sheâs obviously got spunk.â
âWhat am I supposed to do now?â Jason asked. âApologize to her for being a nice guy?â
âAbsolute-a-mento. Chicks dig it when guys admit theyâre wrong.â Eric put his arm around Jasonâs shoulder. âLook, I know you like her. If sheâs stupid enough to like you back, it canât hurt to act all chastened and shit, like you really didnât mean to offend her or overstep your bounds or whatever. Sheâll be eating out of your hand.â
Jason removed his brotherâs arm. âYou really need to cancel your subscription to Maxim , you know that? Itâs starting to rot your brain.â
âYou asked me what you should do. I told you.â
Jason grunted. He had no problem apologizing. He was willing to do whatever it took to restore himself to her good graces. He hated that she might think he was some kind of macho jerk.
âI gotta get going,â he told Eric, prompted by Stanleyâs newly persistent pawing, which meant only one thing: hunger. âWhatâs the drill tonight?â
âIâll swing by at around eight, and weâll head down to McDougalâs to meet the rest of the guys.â
âSounds good.â
âIf I run into Delilah, do you want me to say anything on your behalf?â
Jason scowled. â No. I can handle things on my own.â
Eric snorted as he walked away. âKeep tellinâ yourself that.â
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âYour motherâs here.â
The doormanâs voice was cheerful as it crackled over the intercom, a stark contrast to Delilahâs own mood. For weeks, Mitzi Gould had been hounding her daughter to get together, completely ignoring Delilahâs busy schedule. Finally, unable to take the endless dramatic messages left on her answering machine (âYou have time to train dogs to sit, but you canât make time for your own mother?â âYou havenât called in three days. I could be dead for all you know.â), Delilah broke down and invited her mother into the city for lunch. The closer the date drew near, the more tense Delilah grew. She hadnât slept at all the night before, which meant only one thing: within five minutes of letting her mother in the door, sheâd tell Delilah how awful she looked.
âSend her up.â
Maddening as Mitzi could be, Delilah was hopeful lunch would her take her mind off Jason. Did she really act âtwitteryâ when he asked her out for coffee? She knew sheâd hesitated a bit, but overall, she thought she was doing well. If they hadnât been interrupted by that jerk who didnât pick up after his dog, she probably would have gone for coffee with him. And Stan. No, not probably. She would have. Especially after that kiss.
Running into his brother had thrown her a bit, too. Not only because Jason had never mentioned having a brother, but because Eric was so flirty with her, so fast. Delilah might be more attuned to animals than people, but even she could tell Eric was trying to get Jasonâs goat by asking her to join them for pizza. She didnât appreciate being a toy in the competition between the two.
âHelloooo.â The voice on the other side of Delilahâs door was quiet yet imperious, the knock accompanying it coming later than Delilah expected. Her mother must have taken the stairs rather than the elevator in her never-ending quest to âburn extra caloriesââas if she were even in need of such thing. Mitzi Gould weighed ninety pounds soaking wet, if that.
Delilah took a good look around her