“But I bet she’d agree to do it again.”
For a quick moment, I wondered if Connor’s glare meant he was about to hit me. But then he actually laughed. Granted, it was a short and quick laugh, but for Connor, that might as well have been a rolling-on-the-floor laugh.
“And that’s exactly why I said women can be fucking surprising,” he said. “I think Katie’s a fucking moron. But she helped me kill Damian. And yes, she would do it all again. If anything, she’d ask for more weapons so she could kill him herself.”
I don’t think Justine is quite in that league of ballsy.
But then again, I didn’t think Katie was, either.
“What about you, Professor Smartass?” Connor said. “I saw you looking at the doc. Exotic-looking bitch.”
I shrugged, but I wasn’t fighting that hard to look cool. I just didn’t want to get myself hyped up for something that seemed more fun and unlikely right now. I didn’t even know what I wanted with her—normally, I’d just say sex, and it was far too early to go in the other direction and call her my happily ever after.
But boy. There was damn well something different about her. Something about her that made me remember her after all this time; something that made me want to have her; something that made me think about her even when we were in this spot.
“She’s pretty damn hot,” I said, running my hands through my hair. “But I’m not really thinking about love or romance right now. I think between the four of you, there’s more than enough to go around.”
“Right?” Connor said. “I swore, it’s been fucking crazy. If you held a gun to my head and said Brock and Steele would, I could see it, though definitely not with the Rogers girls. But Garrett? Motherfucking Garrett? And me? I would have laughed my ass off. Probably would have fucking said pull the trigger because I had no damn interest in love. Shit, I would have guessed your smart ass would have gone before Garrett or me.”
Again, people underestimated me. Just because I looked “normal” didn’t mean I led a regular sex and romantic life. I was closer to Garrett than Brock; I just kept my mouth shut in that regard.
But fucking hell, the presence of Justine was making me at least reconsider the possibility of a lot of shit these days.
“Well, we’ll see,” I said. “I’m not worried about it.”
But just because I wasn’t worried about it didn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about it. In fact, I was thinking about it too damn much. I should have been closely looking at every single person who entered the hospital, and to some extent, I had been. But not enough. Justine’s return to my life had had some sort of effect.
Worried? No.
But curious?
I smiled.
The possibilities were endless—and all equally likely.
And I knew which one I wanted—and the one I needed to start making happen.
