I walked backward, watching her stumble into the driver’s seat of her car. When I turned around to walk toward mine, I could feel her stare following after me.
I sat, warming up my own car, chasing away the millions of images of Brooke in my head. I wanted desperately to ask her out on a real date, but there was no way I could, not when she was crying over some mysterious guy who kept sending her flowers. She needed to have her head cleared. I wasn’t a good fit for rebounds. Not when I liked her as much as I already did.
There was a sudden knock on the passenger’s side window, and Dean Fury’s face pressed up against the glass. Laughing, I opened the window to talk to him. “What up?” I asked, pulling a pack of gum from my pocket.
“Why did I just see you walking my little sister to her car and standing over her like you wanted to kiss her?” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Because I walked her to her car, and I wanted to kiss her,” I said, unwrapping a stick of gum and popping it into my mouth.
“Cage, stay away from Brooke, okay?”
“Last time I checked, she was an adult, right?” I said, snapping a bubble to end the thought.
“I swear to God—” he started.
“What, Dean? What?” I asked, waving my hands at him.
“I don’t want you touching her. She’s a good kid.”
“Dean, she’s not a kid,” I said, scowling. The thought was pedophilic and beyond creepy.
He opened the door and gave me a threatening look that made me laugh. “I’m watching you, Cage.”What the hell did that even mean?I started the car and revved the engine.
“Yeah.That’s scary. Hey Fury, you know who you should be watching? Whoever it is that’s sending her all those flowers and making her cry at work. Not the guy who took her to dinner to make sure she was okay. Asshole.”
I drove away without even waiting for him to shut the door. I pulled out so damn fast it slammed shut all on its own.
