“He seems pretty awesome to me,” I said, right when Riggs made it to me.
“He does?” Riggs asked under his breath.
I looked up at him. “Third place, after the Riggs Boys.”
His lips quirked.
“Everything good?” I asked.
“Talk later,” he muttered.
Fantastic.
“I gotta head,” Harry announced. “Hey and bye, Nadia. Good to see you again.”
“You too, Harry. Hope the plainclothes mean you have the day off.”
“I never have a day off,” he replied like that didn’t bother him. “Doc,” he bid and looked down. “Ledge. Later.” His lips tipped up. “And you got a chocolate mustache.”
Ledger’s arm went up immediately to rub it off, and he whirled on me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded after he dropped his arm.
“We were talking chaos theory, I had to concentrate,” I semi-lied.
The truth: I hadn’t told him because it was cute.
“I’m out,” Harry interrupted this.
Ledger swung back to him.
“Later, Harry,” he said.
“Thanks for coming out, man,” Riggs said.
Harry left and was barely out the door when Riggs called, “Kid, vamoose. Find something to do outside. Nadia and me will be out in a minute, and we’ll hit the Double D for breakfast.”
“You find something from the trespassers?” Ledger asked.
Riggs glanced down at me, then to his son, he said, “No. I wanna make out with her.”
“Barf!” Ledger yelled and scrammed out the door.
Riggs looked down again at me, and this time, he kept doing it.
“Well, that worked,” I remarked.
“Yup.”
“Are we gonna make out?”
“Yup.”
I grinned.
“But in a minute,” he said.
I frowned.