Searching his gaze, I slowly nodded. It hadn’t really been a question, but he was waiting for my response so I had a feeling he thought he was asking instead of demanding. Who knew with him? I was still getting to know him, too. “You’re going to answer my questions, too?”
“Of course.”
“Okay. But I get to pick the movie.”
His eyes narrowed. “Can’t be some chick flick,” he countered.
“There’s a love story in it, but lots of action too,” I promised him. “It’s my favorite movie.”
“Then I can’t wait to see what it is,” he said. His eyes raised and locked on something behind me near the door.
Turning a bit, I saw Jury and Scythe standing there. Scythe looked annoyed as always, but Jury winked at me and gave a nod of his head in greeting. I waved, then turned back to Pyre.
“Gotta go,” he said, scowling at his friends. “Want me to pick you up tomorrow?”
“I’ll drive over,” I told him. “What time?”
“Six.”
My eyebrows shot up. “That’s early. We might need more than one movie.”
“I get to pick the second one,” he said. He reached out and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, then brushed his thumb over my cheek. I had a feeling he’d kiss me if his friends weren’t standing right there watching us.
“Bye,” I said. As soon as he left, I turned to go back inside and sighed as I saw my friends with their faces all but smashed against the glass doors. I was going to have some explaining to do.
CHAPTER 15
Pyre
“Looks like that’s going well,” Jury said as we went out to our bikes.
“Fuck off, I’m not talking to you about her,” I told him.
His mouth dropped open and he clutched his heart as if I’d hurt the lump of coal in his chest. “Damn, Bro. You can tell me shit.”
“No I can’t,” I argued. “You assholes probably have a bet going.”
“Well, of course we do,” he admitted, “but that doesn’t mean we don’t want this to work out for you.”
Scythe chuckled as he started up his bike. “He’s just trying to get the inside scoop so he can win the bet.”
“The fuck I am,” Jury argued. “I care. Mostly.”
It was my turn to laugh. They both looked over at me.
“Well, shit, Pyre,” Jury muttered.
“What?” I asked.
“Just haven’t heard you do that a lot lately,” Scythe answered.
“You’re one to talk,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but that’s his personality,” Jury countered. “He’s always a miserable fuck.”
Scythe glared at him. “Let’s get this done, asshole. Some of us have shit to do.”
“Like what?” Jury wondered out loud. “It’s not like you have an old lady to go home to.”
