“Doesn’t Jaxon need his car?”
“He’s going to take one of the work vans home and collect the car in the morning.He’s still at the bed and breakfast though.The tyres are being changed and he’ll bring your car back tomorrow.He doesn’t like leaving Lily and the baby for too long otherwise he would have done it tonight.”
My god, he has an answer for everything.
“Why have you ordered food here?”
“Because I’m starving and Landon got us banned from deliveries.”
“How do you get banned from takeaways?”I ask.
He shrugs.“Beats me.But they put the phone down as soon as they get our address.It’s weird though, the pizza guy seemed surprised about my order and asked if I was sure I didn’t want anything else.”
My cheeks heat.“We order extra in this house.My cousins like their food.”
I feel awkward just standing here and I think Reid picks up on it.“You’re making the place look untidy.Just go about your business and forget I’m here.I ordered an extra pizza in case you were hungry, but if you don’t want it, I’ll happily finish it off.Or if you want to go to bed, I can turn the television down.”
There is no way I’m going to bed knowing he’s down here.“I’ll sit down here and do some work.”
His gaze goes back to the screen.“Suit yourself.”
Oh my god, he is infuriating.
“Would you like a drink?”I bite out.
“Already got one, but you may as well get me another whilst you’re up,” he states, his gaze flicking over to the coffee table.
I focus on the bottle of cider and look up, closing my eyes.“Malia is going to kick me out.”
“Why?You didn’t cause the break-in,” he grumbles, glancing around me when I step in front of the television.
“Clearly.She’ll kick me out because I’ve invited another thief into the house.They are her ciders.”
He arches a brow.“I didn’t steal them.I made myself at home.I deserve that cider.”
“Why?You didn’t get stabbed.”
“I could have done,” he argues.“Do you know how much it sucks not to be able to scratch an itch over a wound?Let me tell you, it sucks a lot.And don’t even get me started on my tattoo that now looks like it’s missing a finger.”
Dumbfounded, I can only stare at him for a moment, before I gather myself.“What?”
He lifts up his shirt, revealing his rippling abs, and I suck in a breath.“See, four fingers.I thought getting stabbed would up my street cred.Instead it makes me look like I’m bad at math.”
I shake my head.“I don’t even know what to say.”
This conversation has gone completely off track, and I know if I ask what I want to ask, it will landslide, and my brain is already malfunctioning over all the other information I’ve absorbed tonight.
“I know, right?I should have hit the fucker harder,” he grumbles, lowering his shirt.“If the cider is off limits, I’ll take a water.Wouldn’t want you out on the street.”
“I wouldn’t be.Freya would let me move back into the flat.”
His nose scrunches up.“The chick with Mark?”
My back straightens at his tone.“Yes.That chick.”
He scoffs.“Trust me, you don’t want to live with a Carter.They steal your food, invite themselves in, and have no boundaries when it comes to other people and their space.But they expect others to respect theirs.”
It’s my turn to arch an eyebrow.“Really?”
