What?
Who the fuck was this guy?
Theron’s fingers kept tapping, his attention still on his freaking game. “Trouble?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s personal.”
Dark eyes did peek up then, even if his head was still lowered. A too-pleased smile lifted his lips.
Godric rumbled in exasperation, “Will you?”
“You’ll owe me.”
Godric’s nostrils flared as he exhaled heavily through his nose. “The usual?”
“Yes. In a week.” He tapped his bracelet, shutting off his game, and looked at the four silent men sitting before him. “That goes for the four of you too, since he’s not asking you for this favor.”
Four pairs of furious eyes shot to Godric and glared daggers. But they nodded their heads once in agreement.
Theron smirked as he strolled away, his flip-flops silent in the oddest way as he moved. “See you in a week, gentlemen.”
We all watched him until he slipped inside the King Corporation, whistling the entire time as he strolled along, no one else even glancing his way.
“I hate you,” Rune hissed.
Godric growled, “It’s just dinner. Get over it.”
My jaw went slack, and my eyes darted between all of them. “You five have to be the weirdest group I’ve ever met. That’s saying a lot too because I’ve met some really freaky people all over the world.” I flicked a finger where Theron had disappeared. “And I don’t even know what the hell to think of him.”
Other than he was a scary sonofabitch.
Godric huffed. “Just stay away from Theron.”
“I planned on it.” My head turned toward the sidewalk where Major Wilcox was now standing and checking her bracelet. I glanced at my own and quickly shut my game down. “I’ve got to go. Lunch is over.”
Godric’s golden eyes speared mine. “Take my sandwich with you. I’m not going to eat it.”
I stared. “The test is going to be long, isn’t it?”
He shrugged with nonchalance.
That was answer enough for me.
I leaned over his leg and grabbed the chicken sandwich. My thigh muscles ached as I stood up from sitting crossed legged for so long. “Thanks for the food.”
“It was my pleasure.”
I started walking, but I couldn’t look away from his powerful regard. His eyes were gorgeous with the sun sparkling on the golden hue. My brows rose when his gaze widened, his mouth opening in a hurry, and his right hand shooting up in the air for me to stop.
Smack.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted and held the right side of my head. My eyes turned to glare at the tree I had run right into. I kicked the trunk, growling, “Fuck you and your scratchy bark too.”
I kept rubbing my head as I marched.
Masculine roars of laughter erupted behind me.
I chose to ignore it—as I was doing a lot today.
