Page 23 of Ride Hard
He shrugged, falling silent as the waitress dumped our order onto thetable.
“Enjoy,” she drawled, slamming the two Cokes down so violently some of the soda sloshed onto thetable.
“I thinksheneeds to readjust her expectations,” I said the moment she walkedaway.
“You can never trust someone completely, Sloane,” Chaser said. “That’s justfacts.”
“You’re preaching to the choir.” I made aface.
“The only thing you need to believe about me is that I won’t let you die. Whatever else you think doesn’tmatter.”
I stared at him, the smell of the cooked food making my stomach growl. His head tilted slightly to the side, signaling he was waiting. For what, who the fuckknew?
He wouldn’t let me die? I wasn’t sure if I should flip him the bird or throw him a parade. This push and pull we had going on was wearing thin. One second he wasn’t so bad, and then he shoved everything away with his stellar personality. He was real top-shelf material. I knew I wasn’t helping the situation, but I wasn’t required to like the guy even though my vagina was lusting after hisbody.
“If you’re waiting for some kind of epiphany from me, you’re not getting one,” I said. Picking up my burger, I took a bite that sent sauce up my face and lettuce hanging out my mouth and promptly smiled at him. “Bonappétit.”
