Page 98 of No Saint
That he did.
“Just a little pyrotechnics.” There was no point in denying it. “I may be a terrible criminal, but I’ve set plenty of blazes, and I haven’t gone to jail yet.”
“You Dayton girls and fire,” he mumbled, turning back to the tire.
I stared at his back, trying to work him out. He didn’t seem very bothered. He didn’t even ask if I’d burned her house down—not that I would do that…which he knew. Did he care about her? Did he still find her attractive? I wanted to ask him if he’d dated her, but I refused to show just how irrationally jealous I was. I was supposed to have grown, become better, more secure. Besides, no one liked crazy, except, evidently, him, and Megan was a whole can.
Wolf lowered the jack to the ground while I took my phone out of my pocket. I typed out a message to Cassie, even though she was inside the house, looking for some kind of validation. Or for fuel on the flames of insanity. Which I clearly wanted, or I’d have messaged Monroe, the sane friend.
My phone dinged with an app notification, and my daily affirmation popped up on the screen:Live in the moment.And wasn’t that just well-timed advice.
“Tell PussyHunter69 I said fuck off.”
“Wow.” The jealousy in his voice delighted me, given the circumstances. “He really is living rent-free up there, isn’t he?”
He mumbled something under his breath while giving the nuts one last tighten. Even mad, my attention still went to his biceps as they flexed.
“Wolf!” Rogue shouted from the house. “Come help catch these rats! One bit Petey’s ginger ass.”
A trickle of alarm worked through me at the prospect of them actually catching Goose and Maverick. They’d kill the poor things.
Wolf tossed his wrench in his tool bag. “I’m going to kill you and Cassie…”
“Rogue has traps. Either they’re the world’s smartest rats, or he is really stupid.”
“Fucker is smart but has zero common sense. He’d get run over if he crossed the street unassisted.”
I laughed when I pictured Wolf holding Rogue’s hand.
“Wolf!” Rogue shouted again.
“Calm your tits, I’m coming.”
I pushed to my feet. “It’s like you attract needy people. Hendrix, Rogue…”
“Well, I attract you. You saying you’re needy?” He clapped an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me against his bare, sweat-slicked skin.
“Gross, you’re sweaty and greasy.” I tried to push him away, but he pulled me to his chest. I didn’t know how it was possible for a guy’s sweat to smell good. Maybe my brain was just broken for Wolf.
“Didn’t complain about me being sweaty this morning,” he said, his lips brushing my neck on the way up the steps. The heat of his breath sent a shiver through me. “I like it when you blush.” Which was all the damned time around him.
He opened the door to the sound of Squishy’s Shiba screeches mixing with one long, drawn-out, high-pitched man scream.
“It’s bloodthirsty!” Rogue’s voice came from the kitchen, followed by an outburst of raucous laughter from the other guys.
Another string of horrified screams rang out that sounded more like a young girl getting murdered than a man running from a rat.
“Fucking rich kids, I swear to…” Shaking his head, Wolf headed for the kitchen, and I followed.
Squishy bark-screamed at Rogue, who was crouched on the countertop, wielding a spatula. Petey leaned over the sink, his finger under the running tap. While Bellamy leaned against the fridge, laughing so hard he was doubled over. Three men versus two rats, and this was what happened. Pure chaos.
“What in the actual fuck?” Wolf frowned, taking it all in. “It’s arat, not a mountain lion.”
Bellamy sucked in a breath and wiped tears from his cheeks. “I could have caught the thing if it wasn’t for these two princesses here.” He thumbed at Petey and Rogue. “Fucking funny, though.”
Wolf stepped into the room, and Cassie seemed to appear from nowhere, wedging herself into the doorway beside me. “I’m capturing this image for my happiness spank bank.” Her phone camera clicked.
I stared at the ridiculous image of Rogue on the counter, captured for all of eternity. “What is a happiness spank bank?”
