Page 18 of Secrets and Lies
Tipping my head back,I gulp down the last few swallows of my water. When my cup is empty, I toss it at the bin about three feet away. It bounces off the rim a few times, then falls in.
“That was weak sauce, bro,” Connor says disapprovingly as he comes up to me.
“Remind me again where I asked for your opinion?”
“That’s the great thing about being my friend.” He shoots me an obnoxious grin. “You don’t even have to ask. I’ll just give it to you whenever I think you need it because I’m just that awesome.”
“How many of those have you had?” I nod to the nearly empty cup in his hand.
“Not as many as you think.” He gives me a shrewd look.
“What?”
“Why are you being an antisocial asshole and not having fun like a normal person?”
“You noticed, huh?”
He snort-laughs. “Kinda hard not to. You look like you’re plotting someone’s demise while everyone else in the room is having fun.”
I shrug. “Just not feeling it tonight.”
He studies me for a few seconds, but instead of saying whatever he’s thinking, he gives me a quick nod and glances around. “Have you seen my brother?”
I point to the dance area, where Hazen is currently sandwiched between two blondes.
Connor studies the trio for a few beats, then shoots back the rest of his drink and hands me the empty glass.
I put it on a nearby table. “You know you’re closer and could have done that yourself, right?”
“I could have.” He tosses me a grin. “But it’s so much more fun to get you to do it.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“Hello teapot, I’m kettle.” He tilts his chin at where Hazen is still dancing with the blondes. “It looks like he’s got his hands full. I should go be a good brother and help him out.”
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate that,” I say dryly.
“You know what they say, sharing is caring.” He gives me a little smirk. “And we both know how much my brother loves to share.”
I huff out a laugh. “Are we talking about the same brother who tried to stab you when you attempted tosharehis fries the other night?”
“Emphasis ontried,” he says. “Doesn’t count if there’s no contact.”
“Right, because that’s what’s important in that sentence,” I drawl.
“Have fun not having any fun.” Connor tosses me a quick wave. “Or you could have fun having fun. Think about it.”
Chuckling, I watch as Connor strides over to where Hazen and his partners are dancing, an extra swing in his hips as he turns the charm up to one thousand.
The girls are all smiles as he joins them. Hazen, however, is less than pleased, and by the look on his face, he’s already plotting how he’ll get Connor back for this.
“Haze is going to murder him,” Rath says as he comes to stand next to me.
“He’s definitely going to try,” I agree.
“Guess who I just saw?”
“Who?” I turn away from the twins to give Rath my full attention.
