Chapter Six
“How’d you know?”
A bachelorette party files out of a limo parked by the curb. The poor bride who has d***s glued on every inch of her clothing stumbles into the pizza place. Yeah, she’s not making it to the bar.
“Because you’re talking to me. You should be on your way to your apartment, or better yet have her pressed against a brick wall in the alley. The last place you should be is on the phone with me.”
I can’t argue with him, he’s right. The date was a bust especially when I morphed into an asshole at the end.
“I’m heading home.”
“Perfect. That’s where I am.”
My mood sours further. Luca tends to travel in packs. Him and his freeloader pack of wolves probably drank the last of my beer.
“Why?”
“Oh, sweet brother. You gave me a key, remember?”
I step onto the red lin
