He mirrors my crossed arms and turns on me, leaning against the sink.
“Okay, fine, neither of us can hook up, or it will look bad for both of us,” I confirm calmly, knowing I can handle it to do this for him but not sure he will be able to.
His brows raise nearly all the way to his forehead like the skeptical bitch he is. “Mr. Gets Laid Five Nights a Week.”
“I’m not eighteen anymore. It’s been years since I was that bad.”
“You hook up with someone every fucking weekend.”
“Okay?” I frown, suddenly smacked with drunk emotional Wolfe, which I do not enjoy bringing out. “You’re my best friend. I love you. I would never do anything to embarrass you, especially after what Steph did to me.”
Angel softens. “I didn’t think about it that way.”
I uncross my arms and put my hands on my hips. “You are the most important person in my life. I would never fuck that up.”
“What if I fuck it up?” There is real fear in his eyes.
I tug on his shirt playfully. “I trust you. You’d never do that.”
There’s something behind his eyes he’s not saying.
The look he gives me will haunt me.
But I refuse to let him fuck anything up, so I’m not letting it even enter my brain. “So we’re going to the shower as a couple then?”
SIX
ARCHANGEL
“Ican’t believe we’re doing this,” I say as we get off the plane and walk out of the airport straight into the Savannah humidity. I’m instantly sweating.
“Stop doing that,” Wolfe says.
“What am I doing?” I glance over.
“You’re overthinking.” He nudges his shoulder against mine. He hasn’t been acting any different, but when we boarded the plane, something changed. Maybe I’m reading into it, or it’s all in my head, but he’s closer.
Even walking side by side, our arms keep brushing.
“How can you tell?” I ask as we exit the airport and head for the rental car garage.
“We’ve been friends our entire lives, dumbass. I can always tell.”
I swallow hard, not sure how to be less transparent, so he doesn’t see my real secret. It might be impossible if he keeps touching me.
“What did you rent?” he asks as we bypass the rental desk and head out into the lot.
“Nothing close to my baby.”
He lifts a brow. “Will I fit in it?”
I crack a smile. “Jury is still out on that one.”
“Fuck you. If I don’t fit, I’m getting my own car.”
“You’ll fit.” I get in the black Porsche 911.
He stands outside the car, tipping his head back with a sigh. “Do not test me, Archangel.”
