Addicted to You by Renita Pizzitola Page A

leaned back, finally having devoured all his chicken.
    “Did you put it together, like find the band and stuff, or just suggest it?”
    “I suggested it, then threw out the name of a few bands I thought we might be able to snag. He asked me to put in a few calls and it sort of fell together.”
    “That’s great, man. Good for you.”
    “Thanks. I enjoyed it.” He leaned back in his chair, tilting it onto the back two legs. “I’d love to make this into something more. Like some kind of event coordinator or something.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he shrugged as if to dismiss it and let his chair settle back on all fours. “Not that I don’t love bartending.”
    But Colby was quick to reassure him. “You’d be great at planning stuff like that. You know a lot of people, have a lot of connections. I think you should throw the idea out to your boss.”
    And this was what I’d always loved about all three of the Callahan boys. They may give each other a hard time, even have a disagreement from time to time, but in the end they were always supportive. Unlike my brother, Luis, who I’d barely even spoken to over the last three years.
    “Eh, it’s just an idea. Maybe I’ll get a few more successful nights under my belt first. Who’s to say it’ll work the next time?”
    “Who’s to say it won’t? Not much to do in Port Lucia once the summer ends. The tourists and their money vanish as soon as the weather shifts. It’s like the whole town goes quiet. Bring a little life back into it.”
    Landon nodded, his gaze drifting up as if lost in thought. Then he looked back at Colby. “I do have a few ideas, maybe I’ll see if I can get the green light at work.” He stood and shoved the take-out trash back in the brown bag. “I’m going to hop in the shower.” He turned to me. “Will you be here a while?”
    “I guess until Taylor gets back. She’s my ride.”
    “You’re always welcome to crash here,” Landon offered as he carried his trash into the kitchen.
    I glanced at Colby, unable to help but wonder if his mind had also returned to my last sleepover.
    “Thanks but I’ll probably head home when she gets back. Taylor hasn’t been drinking so I’m sure she’ll be fine to drive.”
    “Okay, well, if y’all change your mind, there’s always room.”
    “Thanks.”
    He walked out of the kitchen, leaving Colby and me alone at the table. Just like we’d been the other night. But instead of dwelling on the fact that something was obviously about to go down in the kitchen earlier, or on his mumbled remark, followed by storming off, only to then do a complete turnaround and join us at the table…I decided to move past it, tonight at least.
    “I love how you and Landon can talk. Like friends, not just brothers.”
    “We
are
friends.” He crossed his arms and stared into the kitchen. “What do you think of Landon?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Just your general thoughts.”
    “He’s a nice guy, really fun, and sweet. I don’t know, what do you want to know?”
    “Do you think he’s attractive?”
    “Sure. He could get any girl he wanted. I’m actually surprised he isn’t dating anyone now.” I shrugged. “Why?”
    He studied my expression, then shrugged. “Just wondering. But you’re right, he should be dating someone. He’s a great guy.”
    I leaned in, sensing there was something he wasn’t saying. “Do you have someone in mind?” I smiled, hoping to convince him to spill whatever it was that he wasn’t sharing.
    “Maybe.” He returned the smile but it hardly seemed genuine. “Need to figure out how she feels first.”
    “Well, maybe I can help. Who is it?”
    “Don’t worry about it. It was just a thought.”
    “Oh.” I settled back in my chair, a bit disappointed that he seemed so closed off to the idea of me helping. “Maybe I should go look for Matt and Taylor. We probably need to get going.”
    “I guess it is getting late. You really could crash here if you