Page 79 of His White Moonlight
I looked forward to suggesting fur-crocheting to Miranda the next time she sat in my chair.
When the elevator doors closed, I felt Bennett looking at me.
“What?”
When he didn’t say anything, I gave in and looked at him.His gaze swept over my face.
“Would I be an ass if I said today was a good day?”
“Only if you’re saying it because I was tripped this morning and we got mad at each other.”
“No, it’s good because you’re less angry at me.”
“Give it some time,” I said, facing forward.“I’m sure you’ll do something.”
The elevator doors opened, and Walt got on along with two other men.I wanted to laugh so badly.
Walt caught my smirk and smiled back before his gaze dipped to my neck and new bandages.His humor faded.
“Those weren’t there last time,” he said.
“Yeah, I need to stop picking fights with stronger people.”I lifted my hands.“And get better at running from them.”
“Or maybe just keep better company,” Walt said, not unkindly.
“Oh, I’m working on that part.”
Bennett’s fingers caught the tips of mine, tugging them in warning.
“Making friends is easier said than done, though,” I continued.“I don’t have a lot of free time to socialize.”
Bennett stopped tugging.
“If you do get time, there are some decent clubs close to downtown.Just avoid the ones on the south side.A lot of women have had their drinks spiked there.”
“Thanks for the warning.I appreciate it.”
The elevator doors opened, and he nodded to me before getting off with his companions.I finally glanced at Bennett, who was thoroughly pissed off, based on his dilated pupils and trembling fingers that were still lightly holding mine.At least, he was staring down at the floor so the other people hadn’t seen.
“It’s called polite small talk, Bennett.Useful to normal people who are put into social situations, and something I haven’t had a whole lot of practice with.Now, are we still getting me a burger, or is it tantrum time?”
“Burger,” he said roughly before motioning that I should exit first.
He followed me to the next elevator and then to the car so he could open the door for me.
“Are you okay driving?”I asked when he got in behind the wheel.
“Yeah.”
The ride was quiet, only interrupted by the stop for food.By the time we reached the house, though, Bennett seemed a little less on edge.
“Can I ask something and get an honest answer?”I asked when he opened the door for me.
“Sure.”
“Why is talking to the opposite sex so bad?I mean, I can understand when I was younger.Stranger danger and all that.But why is it still a problem?Do Mom and Dad really think I’m incapable of judging a person’s character, or do they mean to stop me from ever having a relationship so I can live at home forever?”
Bennett leaned around me to close the car door then stayed like that, loosely trapping me between his body and the door.
