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“Luca,” Shay says, and there is so much disgust in her tone, I’m surprised she didn’t actually vomit as she spoke.
I don’t even greet her. I just glare and then turn my focus back to Grace.
My lips part to say something, but she beats me to it.
“Wow. Will you two ever grow up?” Grace says. “See you around, Luca.” And then she walks off, leaving me and Shay alone.
Well … that … was …
“What the fuck, Shay?”
“Me?”
Oh, she’s going to pretend that it wasn’t her arrival to the conversation that lowered Grace’s opinion of me more than it was before. This is not my fault.
“Yes, you.”
“Do not blame me for your lack of manners, Luca.”
“I have manners, Shay.”
“Yeah, right, they are just beaming with light right now, Luca.”
“They were before you showed up, Shay.”
“Stop saying my name after every sentence, Luca.”
“You stop.”
“No, you stop.”
“Oh fuck, we’re proving her point,” I snap and then toss back my beer.
When I’m finished, I glance at Shay because, to be honest, I’m stunned that she’s still here. Her eyes are on my throat, but as soon as she senses that I’m watching her, those golden irises flicker to mine.
“You’re still coming tonight, right?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah, but we can't even be around each other for sixty seconds without fighting.” “Looks like we need to figure it out.”
I move to walk away, but she reaches out, her slight hand wrapping around my wrist to stop me.
A rush of heat flashes through my body.
I jerk my hand back, my heart racing.
“Don’t come too early,” she says. Her tone is the one she uses with everyone but me. Between that and the way my body just reacted to her touch, I’m off balance. Because I’m not sure how to respond maturely, as Grace put it, I lean forward to whisper in her ear.
“Now, now, Shay, that’s my line.”
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