Young Love (Bloomfield #4) by Janelle Stalder Read Free Book Online Page A

always be ecstatic to see your beautiful, talented cousin.”
    “Easy there, if your head gets any bigger there’ll be no room left in here.”
    “Whatever. So, how’s school been?”
    I got more comfortable, resting my head back against the seat. “Good. Busy.”
    “Same,” she said with a sigh.
    I chuckled. “You better get used to it. Law school isn’t going to be any easier.”
    “I know.”
    “You don’t sound excited.”
    “I am,” she said, perking up a bit. “It’s just going to be hectic.”
    “Yeah, but when you’re done, you’re going to be a super successful lawyer.”
    “You forgot hot,” she said with a grin.
    “Sorry. I meant a super successful, hot , lawyer. If there’s anyone that’s meant to argue for a living, it’s you.”
    She laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not. But I’ll take it.”
    We talked about what had been going on around home, and before I knew it, she was pulling into my building’s parking lot.
    “Do you want to come in for a bit?” I asked.
    She shook her head. “No, I need to get back home. I work the early shift tomorrow.”
    “Does it take a lot to pour people coffee?”
    She pushed me. “Shut up. The diner, I’ll have you know, is super busy Saturday mornings. It’s not easy.”
    “If you say so,” I said with a laugh. I got out, leaning down to look at her before shutting the door. “Get together for coffee soon?”
    “Absolutely,” she said.
    “Night, Perrie. Thanks for the ride.”
    “Good night, Billy Elliot.”
    I slammed the door shut, shaking my head at her dreaded nickname, and that awful accent.
    As soon as I got into my apartment I let out a slow, relieved sigh. It was good to be home. Kicking off my shoes, I dropped my bags by the door and headed to the kitchen to microwave some soup and put some toast in the toaster.
    As the food heated, I set up my Netflix and quickly pulled on my pjs to enjoy a nice, relaxing night to myself.
    I’d just sat down when there was a rapid knock on my door.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. Putting the bowl on the coffee table, I walked to my door, peering through the peephole. Cat’s bright eyes looked back at me.
    I opened the door, taking in her made up face and sexy clothes.
    “Hey,” she said brightly, waltzing in.
    “Hey,” I replied. “What’s up?”
    She took in my little scene before turning to face me.
    “What are you doing tonight?” She asked.
    I glanced over at my uneaten food and paused TV. “Uh, this,” I said, gesturing to it.
    “So, nothing?”
    “No, I’m watching -”
    “You need to get changed and come out with me,” she interrupted.
    I faltered. “Come out with you where?”
    “The Devil’s Cup. There’s a bunch of people going.”
    I was in no mood for a loud, crowded bar right now. “Why do you need me to go then?” I asked.
    “Because I don’t want to go alone.”
    “But you just said -”
    She waved me off. “I know. But I don’t have anyone to actually go there with. Chloe is out with my brother, and I don’t want to walk in there by myself.”
    I pinched my brows together, looking down at my clothes. “I’m not really ready to go anywhere, Cat,” I said. “And to be honest, I’m beat. I just got home now. I don’t really feel up to going out anywhere.”
    “Please, Honor,” she begged. “We’re in university, this is what we’re supposed to do. You can stay in and eat soup when you’re an old, lonely lady.”
    I grimaced. “That’s a lovely mental picture.”
    She giggled. “Come on, pleeeease. I really don’t want to go by myself.”
    “I don’t know,” I said, looking back down at myself.
    “Just throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. You don’t have to wear anything fancy.”
    I opened my mouth to say no again, but froze when I saw the pleading look in her eyes.
    I sighed, my shoulders slumping in defeat. “Fine. Just give me five minutes.”
    She clapped happily, throwing her arms around me in