Chapter Twelve
“It’s a little on the small side,” Phil said.
“You’re one to talk,” Cherry shot back.
Phil’s eyebrows arched so high they looked like they were about to fly off his forehead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Cherry edged a little closer to Brad. “Your apartment, Phil. It’s not much bigger than my dorm room.”
“Why?” Brad asked. “What did you think she meant?”
Ignoring Brad’s questions, Phil said, “At least I don’t have to share my bachelor pad with another person.”
Brad laughed. “I’d give my right arm to share a ten-by-ten-foot room with a pretty college girl.”
“I hope you’re talking about me,” Cherry said.
Brad launched his arm around her shoulder. “Actually, I was talking about your roommate. What’s her name? Gem?”
“Ruby. And if you want a prude, god, that
