I hesitated, torn between flirting with Damon and going back to a date that was probably going nowhere good. Still, Percy was asking nicely, and it would be really awful to bail on him for a guy who was at best bi-curious, and at worst, just an asshole who loved fucking with me.
“Yeah, okay,” I said with a smile. “Let me get a refill and I’ll be right there.”
Percy glanced at Damon again. “You’ll be okay with this guy? I saw the way he was watching you earlier.”
“Yeah, we’re neighbors,” I assured Percy. “He was just checking up on me. Right, Damon?”
“Right,” he said with a nod.
“Okay, then. I told Donovan he was on his own for the rest of the game. You’ll have my full attention.”
“All right.”
Percy hesitated, then leaned in and brushed a kiss to my cheek—very close to my mouth. “Looking forward to spending more time with you,” he murmured, flicking a challenging gaze toward Damon.
He sauntered away, and suddenly, I could actually see how Percy landed all those hookups he’d mentioned. There was a certain sexy confidence to him when he wasn’t being weird about death or totally annoying about trivia.
Damon huffed. “He thinks he’s smooth.”
“Yeah,” I murmured.
“I’ll be here the rest of the night,” Damon said as I turned to give the bartender my order. “If you need a rescue, let me know.”
I patted Damon’s arm. “Pretty sure I can handle Percy, but thanks.”
He frowned. “He probably has sex with corpses.”
“That’s a low blow, Damon,” I said as the bartender put my fresh drink in front of me. “If you’re not careful, someone will start thinking you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” he muttered. “I just think you could do a lot better.”
“Maybe.” I threw down a ten and picked up my drink. “But at least Percy knows what he wants.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Damon asked as I turned away.
“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
I headed back to Percy, not because I thought the date would pan out, and not to make Damon jealous, either. But because if I stayed at the bar, I’d give in to the urge to tease him right into bed—possibly with disastrous results.
Yeah, Damon was hot. Yeah, I thought he was curious.
But he was alongway from admitting he was interested. Hell, he probably wasn’t even acknowledging it to himself yet. And maybe he never would.
I couldn’t wait around for some confused guy to figure out his desires—or string me along while he hid in the closet. Been there, did that, didn’t even get a T-shirt.
No. Damon was a pain in my ass, and tonight he’d be a pain in my balls, too. But what he wouldn’t be was a pain in my heart.
I wouldn’t allow it.
CHAPTER 12
Damon
I pulled into the driveway,beating Maverick home. For a brief second, I considered centering the truck just to get under his skin, but it didn’t hold the same appeal it once did.
I still couldn’t believe he stuck it out on that date withPercy.
I opened the door and climbed out with a grumble. I was in a shit mood. I’d stayed out too late last night, unwilling to leave in case Maverick needed a rescue.
