Page 60 of A Lick and A Promise
I knew this as truth.
The only male in our group who sang at karaoke nights was Tito (his song of choice? “The Lime in the Coconut” of course), and sometimes Titus (one of our informants-turned-friends, which kinda happened to all our informants—we Angels had a bent toward collecting people—bee-tee-dub: Titus tended to sing Teddy Swims and killed it).
The server came back with my ale, jotted down our orders and vamoosed.
I took a pull from my beer then shared, “Not to horn in on your action with whatever you wanted to talk about during this meet, but you should know I outed Knox and me to the girls on Saturday.”
FYI: I didn’t know if Knox had confided about us to any of the guys, even Cap (however, I doubted it, because Cap one hundred percent would have told Raye).
I just knew Brady knew about us because he overheard Knox talking to me on the phone when we were together and obviously cottoned on to when that was no longer the case.
He then got pissed when Cheyenne was introduced to our posse, and the rest was history.
At least now, I hoped it would really be history.
“So they know you and me are just flirty friends,” I finished.
“I think we should keep going,” he said.
I blinked at him, and a funny feeling stole over me.
We were just buds.
Yeah, he was a good flirt (then again, so was I…eek!), but we’d always been just buds.
Don’t get me wrong, he was gorgeous, but he…
Dammit.
He wasn’t Knox.
In other words, I never had those kinds of feelings for Brady.
Did he for me?
“Brady—” I began.
“You’re the shit, Luna, but it’s not that.”
Relieved I didn’t have another hot guy romantic minefield to navigate, I took another sip of beer and asked, “Then what is it?”
“Knox needs to get his head out of his ass.”
I would agree, though he might not be thinking the same things I was.
“About what?”
“About everything,” he bit off, looked away, took his own sip of beer, and I was just then realizing he was ticked.
“What’s going on, Brady?” I demanded.
He turned back to me. “He went in alone.”
He was talking about when Knox got shot.
“I know, that was messed up,” I agreed.
I had more to say, but I didn’t finish that either.
