Page 102 of Lavender Lake
“Muddy.”
“Muddy? Really? How did she?—”
“Because she knowsyou. She knows where you go when you need time to think.”
“Why would she tell you?”
“Really, Salem?”
I looked at him and waited.
“She knows about us.”
“Us? There’s anus?”
“Of course there’s anus,” Cas said quietly, peering into my eyes.
“Cas,” I began.
“I love when you say my name. I love when you scream it. And I love when you say it when I’m deep inside you.”
I shivered.
“What do you think the other night meant? The night in the barn?”
“We’ve had several nights in the barn.”
“You’re being purposely evasive. Too many feelings all at once, huh?”
I glared at him.
“Let’s start with the reason you’re pissed.”
“At you?” I clarified. “You know why.”
“Amber.”
I didn’t reply.
“She had a flat tire. And because she didn’t have a spare, I offered her a ride.”
“There wasn’t a tow truck available?” I grumbled.
He set his hand on my leg. “Look at me.”
“No.”
“Salem, look at me.”
With an annoyed sigh, I looked at him.
“Nothing happened with Amber.”
“I know.”
He raised his brows. “Do you?”
“Yes. I know when she’s trying to get my goat.”
