Page 53 of Lying Hearts

She laughs, “You’re annoying, that’s what you are,” hitting his shoulder lightly, her hand lingering there.

“You see? Would a woman like this be teasing me this way, if I were dangerous?” he asks me.

She swings her attention my way for the first time. With one look, her chocolate, sultry brown eyes rake over me and she turns to him with a question in her eyes. I know I’m a mess, but it’s degrading nonetheless. Dammit.

He’s still waiting for my answer.

Feeling inferior more than appeased, I answer, “No. She wouldn’t.”

He leaves her side and stops to stand directly in front of me. With dresses on either side of us, and me wearing a witch’s wardrobe in the middle, he unbelievably says, “Good. Let’s eat.”

I wave to her, but she just stares. So I say nothing, turn on my heel and follow him feeling like I just won a contest only she knew I’d entered into. Is this a bounce in my step?