Page 105 of Sinful Like Us
Farrow glares.
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
He rolls his eyes. “You talk like you’re twenty-feet tall, but you look microscopic. Just back up and leave Banks alone. Jane is safe.”
Tony is about to speak, but Jane brushes her nose against mine, romantically. I try to shift my gaze and shove down any visible affection.I’m Banks.
I’m my brother.
…and she’s gorgeous.
I keep aplatonichand on her head. “She’s comfortable here,” I tell Tony.
“She’d be more comfortable with me.” He starts to fuckingsmile.
I’m gonna kill him. “We’re not testing that.”
“Afraid she’d like me more than your brother?” He tries to shove forward, but Farrow stops him with another hand-to-chest.
“I’m so sick of listening to your shit,” Farrow sneers. “Back the fuck off.”
Tony is about to go in on Farrow, but Maximoff approaches just in time.
Tony falls back. “I’m carrying her out of the pub when we leave.”
No way in hell.
But I’d rather fight him later.
“What was that?” Maximoff watches Tony trudge heatedly towards the bar. He also eyes Farrow’s lips, and I’m eyeing the plate of food he just brought.
Looks like a traditional Scottish dish. Nothing I’ve eaten before.
Farrow cups Maximoff’s head and kisses him. “I’ll tell you later.”
I scrutinize the plate of brown…balls?
“Haggis?” Farrow raises his brows. “You do realize the goal is to sober her up, not make her puke?”
“Thank you for reminding me.” Hale sarcasm is thick. “Let me just swing over to McDonald’s down the street. Order a Big Mac, some fries, a goddamn milkshake.”
Jane rests her cheek on my chest and toys drunkenly with my mic cord. I have a hard time not watching her. I can’t drown in greed and wish upon every star to kiss her like Farrow did Maximoff. Because I’m here.
Easily, I could be back in Philly.
“What else did they have?” I hear Farrow ask.
“Nothing. The kitchen closed an hour ago, and they ran out of chips. This was it.”
I cut in, “I’ll try it first.” I take a haggis ball and pop it in my mouth.Cold.It’d be better nuked in a microwave.Grisly.While I chew, I sweep the pub—and I almost choke.
Unholy…
Fuck.
In the darkened corner of the pub, Luna Hale is dirty-dancing with Donnelly. The kind of sloppy dancing you’d see at closing times from trashed guys and girls.
But her and him—they’re completely sober.
