“What are you doing?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“This,” I snapped, waving my hand between us.
“Having dinner with a friend,” he answered with a smirk as he leaned back against the booth.
“We aren’t friends, Derek.”
“We could be.”
My jaw dropped, and I gaped at him.We could be?That was his answer? I leaned forward. “You don’t kiss friends the way you kissed me in that restaurant bathroom,” I hissed out, keeping my voice low enough that no one heard me.
“Then we could be more than friends.”
Chapter Fourteen
Derek
Kat was so fucking gorgeous when she glared at me. I tried so hard not to laugh at the look on her face when I told her we could be more than friends.
That confession hadn’t been the plan tonight.
When Frankie told me to come to the diner, I assumed I’d be having dinner with them both. But when I walked up to the booth and overheard the conversation about Maggie, whoever she was, not showing up, I knew exactly what Frankie had done.
We had been parent-trapped.
Kat deserved a conversation about the kiss, and I had been putting it off. When she brought it up, the words,we could be more than friends,slipped out without thinking.
“Are you out of your mind?” she asked.
Probably.
“I don’t even like you,” she insisted.
I leaned forward and whispered, “Bullshit.” Her gasp brought a smile to my face, and my mind went to a place where I wanted to hear more sounds like that.
“The way you reacted to that kiss says you’re lying,” I argued. “Did you react the same way to Zero’s kiss?”
Her cheeks turned red, and I knew the answer. When she opened her mouth, I cut her off. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Kat. I can tell by the blush on your face that it didn’t.” She hadn’t confirmed nor denied when I asked if he kissed her goodnight,but the blush told me everything I needed to know. He had kissed her.
I pushed away the desire to pummel his fucking face in and looked over Kat’s shoulder to check on the girls, and Frankie gave me a thumbs-up. Movement outside the window caught my eye, and I saw Zero glaring at me. I smiled and reached over for Kat’s hand, lacing my fingers with hers. When I looked back, he was gone.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to pull her hand away.
“Tell me that my touch doesn’t make you feel anything, and I’ll let go.”
“Derek,” she whined.
“You can’t, can you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Frankie comes first. I’m not getting involved with someone while she’s still so young. Never again.”
It wasn’t a no, but she tugged her hand from mine and I studied her. “What about Zero?”
“Zero and I are friends,” she answered, putting her hands in her lap where I couldn’t reach them.
“Does he know that?”
