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“She could leave it blank.”

“No.” That’s all Khaos says. One word.

“I’ll give you my credit card,” I offer, opening the passenger door to grab my wallet. Whatever their issue is right now, I don’t want to add to it.

“I’m not gonna forge your signature.”

“Then use the debit option.”

“I don’t know your pin.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“There we go. Problem solving at its finest,” Graham says from somewhere behind us.

My wallet is snatched out of my hand and tossed back into the car, then I’m maneuvered out of the way before the door is shut.

Scoffing, I blink up at Khaos. There may or may not be smoke streaming out of his nose.

All I can do is throw my hands up, then let them drop.

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“I said…no.”

I try to cross my arms over themselves, tucking my hands against my ribs but one sneaks out. Khaos intercepts it before I can make contact with my hair.

At the same time I yank my wrist out of his grasp, Graham suggests, “What about one of those money sharing apps you kids like so much?”

Khaos’s nostrils flare.

Without breaking the connection, I reply to Graham, saying, “I can do that.”

“Perfect,” he says. “That’s all settled.”

Is it? His son appears to be the exact opposite of settled.

“Good. Can we go now?”

Still locked in, Khaos says, “Get my keys,” and I assume he’s talking to me, but his dad disappears inside before I can raise absolute hell for that.

Once we’re alone, he leans down, saying quietly but sternly, “Don’t ever give anybody your pin number.”

My response is just as vehement. “You’re not just anybody. I trust you.”

For some reason, that doesn’t soften Khaos’s expression whatsoever.

“Not enough to call me first.”

That’s what this is all about?

“I didn’t—” I groan. “I didn’t think you’d know what to do.”

“What’d he say?”

He. He knows I called Guy.

Shame ravages my insides, making me feel even worse than discovering I was blocked in the first place.