“I don’t,” I say.
Then I grab his hand and dump the contents onto it.
“FUCK!” Ransome yanks his hand away. He crouches down with gritted teeth and swears again before coming back to his feet. “I have Neosporin, you know!”
“I didn’t see it. You must have used it all the last time you decked a guy at a party.”
“You knew what you were getting into.” Ransome’s face is right over mine, teeth out, eyes on fire.
But I don’t even blink. “And so did you. Now hold still.”
I take the strips one by one and gently—because I’m not a complete bitch—start wrapping his hand.
“What were you doing outside alone with Tristan anyways?” he asks after the first strip is on.
“Well, after yourfiancéeharassed me in the little girls’ room?—”
“She’s not my fiancée. I never agreed.”
“I needed some air. And while I was out there, Tristan decided to join me.”
“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t go places alone,” Ransome grunts.
“I’m a grown woman. I don’t need a chaperone. Now hold still, I’m almost done.”
“It’s not about chaperones. But in this world, it’s never good to go anywhere alone.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time you invite me to a party as the walking dartboard.”
Ransome’s jaw clenches. I don’t know if it’s because his hand hurts or because I’m being sassy as fuck with him right now. Probably both, if I had to guess.
Then, after a beat, he asks, “Are you attracted to him?”
“Am I attracted to who?” I ask, finishing his hand. Then I grab the bottle of vodka and take a swig. Because why the hell not at this point. I never did get to finish my drink.
Ransome glares at me.
“If you are talking about Tristan, then no. Asshole men who act like God’s gift to women while their shit does in fact stink aren’t exactly my type.”
Ransome studies my face. “How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
I look at him. He stares at me. “Electra was right about you. You are a jerk. And I should have gone with her tonight instead of your little dress-up party.”
“Gone with her where?”
Suddenly, excitement pricks my skin.
He’s jealous.
“A double date,” I say.
“She’s still trying to set you up?” His voice rises a fraction. I doubt he’s even aware of it.
But I am. Oh, I am. “I doubt she’ll ever stop,” I laugh casually.
As I start to walk away, he grabs me by the arm, whipping me around to face him. His good hand goes tight on my wrist.
The excitement travels up my arms to my chest, and my heart catches up.
