Chapter 21
“Don’t I know you?”
Beau looked up from his phone to a pair of really wild purple tights, a pair of velvet shorts and a teenaged girl with her hands on her hips. Yeah, he wasn’t going to forget that face any time soon. “Mila Hughes, right?”
“No, that’s me, stupid,” she said. “You’re my brother’s roommate, right? What’s your name again?”
“Formerly.”
“Your name is Formerly? No, seriously, I forget,” Mila said.
“It’s Beau,” he said. He shifted uncomfortably on the step; he’d been waiting for Vin to come back to the apartment for over an hour, but things weren’t looking too hopeful.
“So, Beau,” Mila said, sitting down next to him without invitation. “What are you doing sitting on the porch of the apartment where you don’t live anymore?”
“Waiting for Vin,” he said. “I emailed
