“That’s why you’re here? You’re bored?”
He shrugs. “Now that I’m almost graduated, Loren has nothingon me. And I think me and you—we have unfinished business.”
I go cold and look to Rose for backup, but she’s in a heated discussion with her younger date. Well…she seems to be educating him about the stock market, as though he said something inane and she has to correct him.
Daisy is watching me carefully, but I don’t have the heart to explain my history to her. Not now anyway. Plates of sea bass slide onto our placemats, and I stiffly pick up my fork. I can’t eat, not until I let some words loose.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I immediately blurt.
His eyebrow quirks and I realize that might not have been the “unfinished business” he had in mind. And then he says, “We’ll see.” Okay, maybe it was. Or maybe he’s just planning on cornering me, putting me in some provocative situation and then snapping a few pictures, taking a video, and then sending them to Lo.
Oh God.
Daisy butts in. “Hey, back off. She has a boyfriend.”
Aaron snorts and says to Daisy, “Do I look like I give a shit?”
“I do,” a new voice enters. And this time, I internally cheer at the sound of Ryke’s deep, threatening tone. He slides into the seat between Daisy’s date and Aaron, closing the circle. He wears a fitted charcoal suit with a skinny black tie. His brown hair is styled, but he’s not clean-shaven. How did he get invited to a Fizzle event? Better yet, why would he accept it and come here?
I don’t really care. I’m just glad he is.
“Who the fuck are you?” Aaron spits.
Ryke motions to a server and points to his placemat, silently asking for food. Then he faces Aaron with narrowed eyes. If Lo was here, I think he’d appreciate the backup. We’ve never had it before, and I have to say, it’s kind of nice.
“Loren Hale’s brother,” Ryke tells him.
Aaron chokes on a laugh. “Bullshit. Lo’s an only child.”
“Then don’t believe me. I don’t really fucking care. But you start messing with his girlfriend, and then I will care.” A server places his plate in front of him, and Ryke digs into the mashed potatoes, not giving Aaron any more attention.
Aaron looks back to me, and his eyebrows jump up, but he mouths,later.No, I don’t like later. He evenwinks.
Shivers run down my arms.
Daisy squints at Ryke. “Why are you here?” she asks over her oblivious date, still texting. “Did my mom call you?”
Ryke cuts into his fish. “Nope. My father did.”
I frown. “What?” That makes no sense. Jonathan Hale basically blamed Ryke for Lo’s decision to go to rehab, leaving him with an empty house. Why would he want to invite him?
“Yep,” Ryke says. “He called me up, spewing some shit about how we should put the past behind us. But he’s an awful fucking liar.” He swigs his water. “He wants information about Lo, but like hell I’m giving it to him.”
I try not to acknowledge Aaron, but I don’t like the way he’s listening so intently, digesting our families’ secrets and filing them forlater.I sip my own water to clear my throat. “So why come?”
Ryke points at me with a knife. “Knew you’d be here. Knew Lo wouldn’t.”
Ah, yes, he doesn’t trust me. “What confidence.” I love Lo enough to restrain myself.
I glance at Aaron, who stares a little too forcefully.
But without Lo to hide behind, my only defense against Aaron is to run. And I’m not as fast as Loren Hale. Not even close.
Daisy keeps leaning on the legs of her chair. “I’m confused,” she says, tossing her rose-shaped napkin on the table.
“Eat,” I tell her.
She sighs and picks at the fish.
