If your father imprisoned them, why would they want to do him any favors?” They want to rip you apart and hand your soul over to my father on a silver platter.” They’re mean, horrible beasts who want to eat me for breakfast.” “Have I explained fully what the Twelve is?”
But what he said next was anything but flirtatious. Reyes sat down and pulled me closer to him, leaning in like we were lovers having a flirtatious conversation. But the man stood immediately, excusing himself. He glanced toward the man in the seat beside me. I laughed out loud, and asked, “Okay, why are you really here?” “If our dates are going to include your uncle and your best friend, then yeah.” “You mean just the two of us? Like on a real date?” They lie when the truth would sound better.
“Dutch, they lie because that is what they do. And you believed him.” It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “I thought that was compliments of your Dealer. I hooked a finger in his belt loop and pulled. Hopefully I won’t get a repetitive motion injury.” I couldn’t help but let my hand rest on his hip. “If he doesn’t, I’m going to beat him to death with wet noodles.” That makes sense.” He ran a finger over the back of my palm. I shook out of it and said, “I think he’s upset about Cookie’s date.” After we stared into each others’ eyes a long moment, he sobered and asked, “What’s wrong with your uncle?” His mouth, full and sensual, tilted up at one corner, exposing the most charming dimple I’d ever seen, and I stopped, just to absorb him, just to memorize every line of his face, every curve. He studied me from under his spiked lashes, his deep, coffee-colored irises glistening in the incandescent light. I lifted Uncle Bob’s firewater and stole his napkin to pat Reyes’s face. He watched me for a sec, then said, “Want me to put it on for you?” What the-? I wiggled my shoulders, testing Danger and Will. “You forgot something.” He tucked something into my hands. “Of all the gin joints in all the world.”
He walked right up to me and the fact that we were both soaking wet spoke volumes. The room quieted as it often did when he walked in. I felt his heat the moment he walked through the door. “She’s missing out,” one of them said, a purr in her voice. Were they talking about Jessica? If so, they couldn’t have been more right. “I haven’t heard from her all day,” one of them said.
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