“I like the air,” he said. “It helps me think.”
“I wasn’t arguing about it.”
We reached my car and sank down into the seats. I tossed my bag into the back and pressed the ignition switch. The car roared to life, echoing loudly in the cavernous garage. Backing out of the spot, I braced my hand against the passenger headrest, giving Smith’s hair a ruffle before putting the car into drive.
“What are you hungry for?” I asked.
“Whatever you want.”
“Wrong.”
“Sushi,” he muttered, turning his attention to the corner of the windshield.
He was apparently not entirely done with being petulant about Andrew, and that was fine. I had patience, and I could wait him out.
“Nobu?”
“Too bougie.” Smith swallowed hard, thumping his head against the headrest. “Maybe that place in the valley?”
I scrunched my nose, checking the rearview mirror before changing lanes so I could get on the 110.
“The one in Studio City?”
“Yeah.”
“Anything you want, Smith.”
I reached over and gave his leg a squeeze, shaking until he rolled his eyes and smiled. I wasn’t sure how to talk him through whatever was going on in his head, but I definitely wasn’t going to give up until I figured it out.
Everything else would have to wait.
CHAPTER 41
SILAS
“Do you want to come over to Marshall’s?” I asked Lincoln, balancing the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
It was just before six. I’d come here right after work to find the house dark and quiet. I texted Marshall to see how late he planned to be, and he said he was out with Smith who needed some one-on-one brother time. I’d just gotten out of the shower, cleaning myself in the ways Marshall expected, and I didn’t have any plans for the night since he wasn’t going to be back until late. I could have gotten dressed and headed home, but whether I’d admit it to him or not, I had started to think of his house as my home.
“Of course, I want to come over to Marshall’s,” Lincoln said. “Do you want me to bring dinner?”
My stomach growled. “From where?”
“You tell me,” he said.
“Will you get me a shawarma salad?” I asked.
“Perfect choice. Be there soon.”
Lincoln hung up on me, and I tossed my cell phone onto my bed.
My bed.
Thebed.
Our bed?
Fuck. I didn’t know.
