“Just ask him about George. Oh, and Sarina, that’s a good story. Oh, Oh, did you tell him about?—”
“Kobi,” Dane elongates his name in a threat.
Kobi’s hands shoot up in surrender and a surge of jealousy rolls through me.
Who the fuck is George?
At least now I know for certain he swings both ways. I can’t imagine any woman’s name is George. I mean, you never know but still. I suspected he likes both, it’s been clear by all his actions today and especially tonight.
My dick begins to stir behind my pants and I need to get the fuck out of here. This booth feels tiny all of a sudden.
I stand, ignoring this conversation aboutGeorge,and the foreign mixture of bitterness and lust building inside me.
“I’m going to check on Hannah.” It’s a lame excuse since she’s only a few steps in front of our table but I still need to get away. Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and begin to move my body with hers. I hate dancing, but it’s better than sitting there listening to his crazy escapades with a past lover. Lovers, in his case.
The waitress comes in between our table and where Hannah and I are dancing. She hands each of us a martini glass full of dark brown liquid and a creamy foam top with a small bean placed elegantly in the middle.
“What is this?” I yell over the music at Dane.
“Espresso martini.” He tips his glass up in a silent toast, then takes a sip.
Great. Alcoholandcaffeine. Neither one I drink much of. It’s going to be a long night.
14
DANE
“Did I offend him?” Kobi asks, as I watch Ethan sway behind Hannah.
“No, that’s just how he is. He’s pretty closed off. It’s ironic really. She’s nonverbal, yet I’ve communicated with her more than him.”
“Irony is the fact that you know ASL when less than one percent of the population does,” Kobi replies, and of course he would know that fact. He’s a professional linguist.
“Yeah, but they don’t know that,” I tell Kobi as Hannah turns around and signs to Ethan.
“Are you okay?”
“Wait, they don’t know you know? So, you’ve just been spying on their conversation this entire time?” he asks with way too much judgment in his tone. But I nod confidently, continuing to read their conversation.
“I’m good.”
“You don’t seem good.”
Her eyebrows lift in a questioning look and I love how expressive she is even without verbal words.
“You like him,” she signs, leaving out a question mark.
He runs his hands through that luscious, dark hair of his and I can tell he’s nervous.
“I like him, too,” she signs again, as if it would help him admit it as well.
Satisfaction fills in my chest as I attempt to smother my smile.
“You’re going straight to hell,” Kobi half chuckles. “I don’t know what they’re saying but I can guarantee they don’t want you eavesdropping on the conversation,” Kobi says, trying to be all noble.
“Oh, shut your face. How many conversations have you spied on, monitored, then used to your advantage.” He opens his mouth to reply, but doesn’t say anything. “That’s what I thought.”
I turn back to continue my how-to-get-these-two-in-bed secret spy mission.
