He sat back. “Right. Sorry. I get a little too worked up over this game.”
“It’s okay,” I said.
But the next question popped up, and again, Percy swiveled to confer with his team. By the third question, he’d gotten up and walked over to their table.
I finished off my margarita with a sigh. This date was turning out to be a bust. Not that I had high hopes when I saw Percy on my doorstep, but still… I’d entertained the idea that maybe there was more to the guy than people said. That maybe he really was unfairly judged because of his association with death. Mortality was never a comfortable subject.
But no, he really was kind of an asshat.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I told his back.
He barely acknowledged me, so I headed over to the bar. When I got there, Damon was watching me with a shit-eating grin. “Date going well?”
I did a double take. “What are you doing here?”
He waved toward the back corner. “Just here with some friends. I noticed the matchmakers set you up with Percy. They sure do know what they’re doing, huh?”
I narrowed my eyes. “This date is going badly enough without your sarcasm, thank you very much.”
Damon smiled wider, and I was about to tell him to kick rocks when he picked up a glass on the bar top beside him. It was a margarita on the rocks, the rim fully salted. “I bought you a drink.”
“Why?”
“You looked like you needed it.”
I took a gulp because he wasn’t wrong. I swallowed and gave him a flat look. “You’re a dick.”
He laughed. “Is that any way to treat the guy buying you a drink?”
“Depends on his motives.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m not trying to get in your pants, if that’s the concern.”
If only he was.
The thought caught me off-guard. My face heated, and I took a quick drink, afraid Damon would notice my reaction. Sincewhendid I want Damon to come on to me? I mean, sure, he was hot, in a straight asshole kinda way. But his personality was usually enough of a turn-off that I could ignore the beefy body filling out his clothes.
Percy’s comment about his banging body hit me again, and I snorted a laugh.
“Why are you laughing? You wish I wanted to fuck you.”
That only made me laugh harder.
Damon glared. “I don’t know why this is so funny.”
That only made it funnier, though, and I laughed so hard tears sprang to my eyes. Damon’s irritation shifted to concern as he watched me lose my ever-loving shit.
“S-sorry,” I gasped. “Just… something Percy said.”
Damon shook his head. “You actuallylikethat guy?”
Something in his tone made me look more closely at him. “Does that bother you?”
“What? No. I mean, why would it?”
“Hmm.” I took another drink of my margarita. “I didn’t take you for a trivia guy.”
“No, I’m not here to play,” he said. “Just hanging out.”
