“It is,” he growls lightly. I’m trying really hard not to laugh, but it’s very difficult.
“Please, go on,” she says.
“I want to take you on a date,” he says. “Can you please not be difficult so I don’t have to kidnap you to do it?”
“And not invite yourself into my car to talk to her,” I drawl.
“Try again,” Silva retorts. “I don’t see anything in your delivery that warrants a yes.”
“Could I please take you out to dinner?” he asks, sounding pained.
“You should get your colon checked out,” she says conversationally. “You sound constipated.”
“I am not!” he yells out, making me sputter out a laugh. “You’re impossible, Silva.”
“I really am. I figure you should get the full experience before courting me,” she says, smirking.
Walking out to the cars, I can almost hear Isidro stewing.
“Silva,” he tries a third time.
“Yes, Isidro?” she asks innocently.
God, she’s so fucking mean and I love it so much.
“Do you need any yard work done?” he asks, and I realize he’s pivoting entirely. “Are your drains clean, or do you need to pressure wash your sidewalks?”
“Um.” Silva looks at a loss as she gazes at Isidro as if he’s grown two heads. “I’ve been putting off painting the house, but only because I haven’t had time to do it myself.”
Yeah, no. There’s no fucking way she’s doing that on her own. Silva believes she’s Wonder Woman and Handyman wrapped into one. Her house is too big to paint by herself.
“I’ll do it,” Isidro volunteers. “I’m clearly jumping the gun. I’ll show you I’m worth having around.”
Her features soften, because that’s not what she meant by giving him a hard time. Silva hasn’t ever dated, and so she needs a damn good reason to do it. Isidro doesn’t understand that, but I do.
“I’ll follow you back?” I ask Silva, breaking up the moment.
Isidro can stew. I know he’s trying to angle to drive with Silva, but that’s not going to happen. I think it’ll be good for him.
“Yeah. There’s a good burger place twenty minutes out of town if you want to eat there?” she asks.
The invite includes Isidro, even though she hasn’t said it. She’s simply trying to ignore the elephant in the park until she can wrap her mind around it.
“I’m in if you want to avoid people,” I say easily.
“Yes please,” she says, unlocking her truck. “Oh, about that paint job, Isidro. I’m thinking Granada Vanilla bean for my front door, a Winter Ice for my accent areas, and then a White Dove on the rest of the house.”
Isidro looks like a deer in the headlights as he nods. Deciding to give him the rundown that those are colors of paints he’ll be able to find at the hardware store, I clap my hand on his shoulder and lead him away as I wink at Silva.
I’m not so secretly glad that she’s making these guys work for it. Silva is too special to bow to biology for the sake of it.
Chapter Fifteen
Kyren
Deciding to give up on sleeping, I pull myself out of bed at around five forty-five in the morning. Isidro burrows deeper into the blankets, and Harlan grunts as he drags our omega across the bed to snuggle with.
We’ve all been upset about how our conversation went down last night, and Isidro is insistent that we court Silva. I thought he might be upset that we have another scent matched omega, but he’s not. I think he wants her too.
