“Okay, you don’t have to worry anymore,” I declare, fighting the urge to stick my tongue down his throat because holy hell, that deserves a reward.
Only the fact he’s driving holds me back.
“About?”
“Carving knives.”
He chortles. “You approve?”
“Oh, no, Zach. I don’t approve. I endorse this message wholeheartedly. Now, feed me Pho and we’re even.”
That grin of his turns dopey. “Even? I don’t think we’ve ever been that in the history of our friendship.”
“Seems like a good time to add to the story of us, no?”
His eyes catch mine and within them, I see a warmth that I realize has always been there. Always.
I just never noticed it.
I fold my fingers around his, curling them tight.
Biding my time…
…until I can leap on him without causing a car crash.
NINETEEN
SOS: PERIOD
MONDAY
I’m notsure what I expected when Callan sent me an SOS and a live location in Casterby, the building housing Professor Langton’s office, but reality didn’t match up to my expectations.
I didn’t even know hehadmy number, for God’s sake.
Sure, we hung out most of Saturday and the bulk of Sunday after we won the game, but I didn’t give him my damn number.
Skidding down the hall in my haste, I find him pacing outside the office door.
“What is it?” I demand, slamming my hands onto my knees as I catch my breath. “What the hell’s wrong, and why isn’t Denny the one messaging me?”
“Where did you come from?”
“Outer Mars,” I snap then, at his furrowed brows, concede, “The admin building.”
“You ran all the way here?”
“This isn’t theEnterpriseand I don’t have beam-me-up capabilities yet.”
“Huh.”
“Huh?”
“Which gen?”
“Gen?”
“Star Trek. Who’s your captain?”
