Page 31 of Moto
“C’mon, Kayla.” Dev heads me off at the front door. Shit. “Just have some dinner and then you can go. Have you even eaten anything today?”
I think about it, and I haven’t.
I sigh, resigned.
“Go on.” He gestures with his head. “Go sit next to Reese and I’ll serve.”
“I don’t—”
“For God’s sake, Kayla, get your ass in here!” Reese barks.
I peer into the dining room, perturbed. “I can’t be held responsible for my actions if I stay.” I poke Dev in his very hard chest.
“I promise I won’t hold a thing against you.”
“Good.” I stomp back through the house and plop down in the seat next to Reese.
He smiles obnoxiously.
“Please,” I sneer.
“Oh, nasty,” he patronizes me.
“You haven’t even seen nasty.”
“I wish you would show me,” Reese expels under his breath.
I punch him in the leg as Dev walks into the room. He laughs in pain.
“You’re going to pay for that. One way or another.” His eyes flash with something deliciously dark, and my stomach quivers.
Fuck, I hope so. I mean hope not!
Dev pulls the table closer to Reese and me, making quick work of the cutlery and glassware. After that, he materializes with three plates.
“Are you a waiter or something?” I help him with his balancing act.
“Or something. A million years ago. I had to support myself somehow in college.”
He hands Reese a plate then runs into the kitchen one more time. When he returns, he has an opened bottle of red wine. He pulls the cork out with his teeth and pours me a glass, then himself.
“You can’t have any,” he taunts Reese.
“Oh no, say it isn’t so. I can’t have any crappy vino,” he replies dryly, slurping up his spaghetti. “The vinegar would probably burn my taste buds.”
God, what a redneck snob. He is unlike any man I have ever met.
“How have you put up with him your whole life?” I ask Dev, completely serious.
“I have no idea. Luckily, I only had to live with him for eighteen years.”
“That sounds like a prison sentence.” We converse casually.
“It was.”
“You know I’m right here?” Reese reminds us exasperated.
“We know.” Dev smiles, clearly amused.
