"Fuck this.” Mav grunts. “If you're going, I'm going."
"Okay, then." I laugh.
Jace hands me the car keys.Mycar keys. I frown. I didn't give them to him. Actually, I don’t even think I got them out of the car.
I shoot him a puzzled look.
Jace smiles sheepishly. "I didn't trust that you wouldn't take off again."
I put my arms around his waist, my hands traveling under his shirt, up his smooth, firm back muscles. I tilt my head up to meet his.
"And now?" I ask softly.
"I know you aren't going anywhere," Jace says with a relaxed smile.
I lean up, my lips barely grazing his jaw before I drop back down and follow the twins into the garage.
Maverick steals my car keys from my hand. My mouth pops open and Mason chuckles at me.
"Come on," Maverick hollers from the driver’s seat of my Hilux.
"He hates being driven around," Mason explains, opening the passenger door for me.
I shake my head. "You've got longer legs—you sit in the front."
He goes to argue but I dodge him and slide into the backseat. Mase chuckles to himself and gets into the front seat.
Mason fiddles with the radio before settling on a pop station.
I make it five minutes before I can't stand it anymore. "What's the deal with Dom and Alec?" I blurt out.
Maverick looks across at Mason before meeting my eyes briefly in the mirror.
"We don't really know," Mav edges.
"But we do know they're sort of together. Well, Alec wants to be but Dom doesn't want to ruin their friendship or some bullshit like that," Mason jumps in.
"And Dom kissing me jeopardised that," I guess.
Maverick shakes his head. "Our guess is it's only sped up the inevitable. Alec's realised what he wants and Dom's not willing to bet the odds that they'll last. He doesn't want to chance it."
"They've 'broken up' before," Mason tells me putting air quotes around his words. "But…this time is different."
We pull outside a complex of buildings. Mason grabs his wallet from off the dash and goes into the Thai place. I’m surprised a town this size has a Thai place at all, though I’m pretty sure it’s family run.
I stare out the window at some kids playing next to the street. Feeling Maverick's eyes on me, mine flick up to the rearview mirror. I smile faintly before turning my attention back out the window.
"Rory, baby," Maverick starts as Mase opens the door. I take the boxes of Thai food he's balancing from his hand and put them on the seat beside me.
"It's not your fault," Maverick tells me seriously.
"What?" Mason says, utterly puzzled having just gotten into the car.
"Not you, brother. Rory thinks this is her fault." Maverick starts the car.
"What?!" Mason says outraged. As Maverick's navigating the parking lot, Mase unclips his seatbelt and climbs into the back, clipping Mav in the head with his elbow. I don't know whether to wince or gawk as Mase settles in the seat beside me.
He reaches out and takes my face into his hands. "Angel. This is not your fault.At all," Mase stresses.
