Page 120 of Angels and Skulls
“Sounds like you need a diversion,” he says dryly, but I see the amusement in his hooded gaze. I’ve spent a lot of time with this man.
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” Jenny says. “How are you going to do it?”
“I never saidIwas volunteering for the position.”
She ignores him. “Oh, I know. You could screambear.”
He rolls his eyes. “So everyone can run inside? Isn’t that where you’re going? Try again.”
“You could …” She taps her finger over her mouth thinking about it.
Dirk winks at me, and I know this motherfucker is trying to cock block me. I mean, I suppose I deserve it. How many nights have I slept in their room, crying like a baby, lonely, and depressed?
Jenny looks at him. “I’ve got nothing, but you seem like the type of guy that can make it happen.” She blinks at him innocently.
I let out a little chuckle but quickly stifle it when Dirk cocks an eyebrow my direction.
She places her hand on his chest. “I’m a little overwhelmed. There are so many people here.”
My girl is switching tactics.
“I’ve been watching you all night. Other than scowling at the other old ladies, you’ve been fine.”
Jenny jerks her hand away from him. “They were talking about me.”
“They were, but that doesn’t mean it was anything bad.”
“That’s what I said,” I tell him.
“Well, that’s beside the point. Raffe and I need to get inside without anyone seeing.”
“Why?”
Jesus crime-a-nellie, why does this man have to be so difficult?
“I don’t want to talk to anyone.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Fine.” She turns and looks at me. “I want to make love to your best friend, and I don’t want anyone delaying our plans … like you already have.”
That’s the answer he was looking for. “Alright, give me a few.” He strolls away from us.
“Do you think he’s going to help?” she asks, peeking around the tree to watch him walk away.
“We got about a fifty percent chance.”
Dirk walks over to the group, jumps up on a picnic table, and whistles. All eyes turn his way.
“This is our chance. Let’s go,” I say, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her to the side door.
“Don’t you want to hear what he’s going to say?” she asks.
“Not in the slightest.”
When we get inside, it’s quiet. We rush up the stairs, hardly containing our laughter.
“I never thought we’d get away from Dirk,” I say, once we’re safely inside her room with our backs against the door, both of us panting.
