My laughter trailed off when I realized he was serious. “Not enough to get you out for first-degree murder.”
He nodded as if agreeing with me, but that was not the case. “That means I can’t get caught.”
“Caught doing what?”
Langston straightened as Juno squeezed past, eyeing him with suspicion. I winced when she flopped down into Langston’s chair, but he didn’t say a word. Pink cotton pinched between her fingers, she lifted the front of her T-shirt to her nose and fake gagged. “I smell like trash.”
“Great, and you’re sitting in my chair,” Langston grumbled under his breath.
“Oh, this is your chair?” Juno shot me a conspiring look before wiggling all over the seat, her smile growing with every twist. “Oh, I’d hate to rub this deliciously rotten stench off on your favorite chair.”
“You’re a brat,” he said, fighting a smirk. “And you know what happens to brats in this house?”
“They get grounded?” she sassed back.
“They get their perfect asses spanked, that’s what.”
Juno froze, her eyes so wide it would almost be comical if I wasn’t worried she was about to bolt.
“Alrighty then.”
The way she said it had me sitting up straight and pointing at her in excitement. “Did you just quoteAce Ventura?”
She nodded with a skeptical expression, like her quoting that movie didn’t make me fall for her a little more just now.
“I love that movie. Please tell me you love stupid comedies as much as I do.”
Her lips curved in a slow grin. “I may or may not indulge in the occasional brilliantly clever film when I need a break from battling it out online.”
The cushion adjusted beneath me as I shifted on the couch to lean in closer. “All-time favorite, go.”
“Napoleon Dynamite. Duh,” she scoffed, as if it was a dumb question. “You?”
“I’m old-school.Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
Juno nodded, tapping her lips with a single finger. “Solid choice. I approve.” A mischievous look overtook her features. “Did we just become best friends?”
My smile couldn’t have been wider. “Yep. And I love that you just quoted my other all-time favorite,Step Brothers.”
“Of course. You set me up for that one, really.”
“Oh fuck,” Langston griped. “There are two of you.”
Juno and I turned to him with our tongues sticking out. When his gaze darkened, I snapped mine back in fast, Juno doing the same.
“Let me guess, you’re aRamboorDie Hardfan,” Juno teased. When neither Langston nor I commented on her guess, she studied me and then him. “What? What am I missing? Am I wrong?”
“Just slightly,” I chuckled under my breath, holding in the truth.
“West,” Langston growled, stalking over to where we sat. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Juno’s gaze volleyed between us before she scoffed. “What, does he like romance movies? Wait, nope, he’s totally a Hallmark guy, right?”
There had never been a more silent silence in the history of silence.
Even GG slowly backed out of the room, though I swear one paw covered the cat’s teasing smile.
With a loud gasp, Juno leapt up, pointing an accusing finger at Langston’s chest.
