I sit down at the table and just watch and listen since Linc is asking all the questions I've been thinking.
"The geek painter chick?" Linc adds.
Tera spins, color flushing her cheeks. Oh boy. She's pissed.
"She isnota geek. She just likes to paint, and it just so happens that I do too."
"You paint?" Ben asks.
"Yep, and it turns out I'm good at it."
"Cool," Ben mused.
Linc narrows his eyes and lifts his fork to point at Tera. "Doesn't Shea have a brother?"
Tera sits down at the table. "Yep."
There's a moment of silence. I want to know more about this and if Linc isn't going to ask—
Linc takes a drink. "What's his name again?"
"Shawn."
"He's a wrestler, right?"
"Mhmm," she answers between chews.
"I know who that guy is," Jesse announces. "He's bad news."
Tera rolls her eyes. "He's not. Besides, I hardly ever see him. He's usually at wrestling when we're painting."
"Usually," Ethan points out.
"Don't start," Tera snarls.
Ethan chuckles because we all know it's started.
"Yeah," Linc states. "What about the times when he's there? You interested in him?"
This part I'm particularly interested in. I never took Tera for the relationship kind.
"So what if I am?" she says, with a lift of her chin.
I scoff. "Seriously? That guy? The one who wears tights?"
She snarls. "He doesn't wear tights. He wears the required uniform."
Kennedy grins. "A leotard."
Tera whirls on him. "It's called a unitard, for your information."
I laugh. "Whatever it is, it's made out of spandex and that shit's for chicks."
"Ugh. You guys can kiss my ass," Tera declares.
Linc pats her back. "I'm just trying to look out for you."
"Yeah, well, I'm looking out for myself just fine. Worry about the girls who are trying to tie you all down. They've set their sights on you and they aren't going to give up," Tera informs us.
