“Mm-hmm.”
Shay tucked her legs beneath herself and smiled over the top of her book.“You know you could just go in there.”
“I’m not crowding her.”
Prime stared at me for a second before slowly nodding.“Oh, this is bad.”
I frowned.“What’s bad?”
“You’re considering her feelings.”
“Shut the hell up.”
Shay laughed softly.
Prime pushed himself off the couch and headed toward the bar.“You’re on edge.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve checked that hallway every thirty seconds since she started looking through footage.”
“That’s because I’m hoping she finds something we didn’t.”
Prime grabbed two beers from the fridge behind the bar and tossed one toward me.I caught it automatically.
“Relax,” he said.“And be glad you’re not out on haunted house duty with the rest of them.Chick duty is easy.”
Shay slowly lowered her book.
Prime realized his mistake immediately.
“I meant—”
“Did you just call me chick duty?”she asked.
“No.”
“You absolutely did.”
“I meant you’re safe here.”
“That somehow got worse.”
Prime moved around the bar toward her with the careful look of a man approaching a live grenade.
I took another drink and watched the train wreck unfold.
Shay crossed her arms.“Interesting.Tell me more about how inconvenient it is keeping me alive.”
Prime dropped down onto the couch beside her.“Baby, that’s not what I said.”
“Oh, now I’m baby.”
“You’re always baby.”
Shay tried to stay annoyed for another three seconds before he kissed her.That was apparently the end of the argument.
I shook my head, cracked open the new beer, and took a long drink.
