Finn waved his hand. “Did you forget about me?”
She thumped his chest with the back of her hand. “You’re not a girl.”
Rune grabbed my attention, pulling me closer. “We’re a crazy bunch. Sorry.”
I corrected him. “You guys are the fucking weirdest group of people I’ve ever encountered.”
“Too much?” His head cocked, and his golden eyes held mine.
“More than a little,” I answered honestly. “But it’s not a deal breaker. Since I’ve dealt with killers my entire life, the kind with no conscience whatsoever, this isn’t horrible.”
He snorted. “You just compared us to sociopaths.”
“There is no comparison. I’d hang out with you guys. Them I wouldn’t.”
“That’s something, I guess.”
I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “That’s everything.”
Theron returned to his seat, rolling his sleeves back down. He stared at the table. “Our drinks aren’t here yet? She’s sure taking her merry time.” His attention swung to where she was chatting with one of her co-workers, next to her drink tray, it filled and just sitting there.
Cassander muttered, “Are you going to jip her on a “stupid big tip?”” Gunmetal eyes landed on an irritated dark gaze. He snorted. “I think not.”
