Brody: That grilled cheese looks delicious.
I grinned as I stared at her out of the corner of my eye, noting the frown on her face. She picked her cell up and typed away.
Lola: Who’s this?
The vibrating meant she couldn’t hear the beep that would normally go off.
Brody: Guess…
Lola: The boogeyman?
I snorted and shook my head as I typed another message. I clicked send and looked up at her as her cell pinged.
Brody: Close
I raised a brow, and her answering smile was contagious. She looked down, typing away and my cell vibrated a second time, but I didn’t look away as she wrote out another message and sent that one too. Her head sprang up, her gaze connecting with mine instantly, and there was something about her hazel orbs that pulled me in, threatening not to let me go.
I shook my head and gripped my cell tighter, looking down at her messages.
Lola: Brody
Lola: How’d you get my number?
I leaned forward on the sofa, turning slightly so that Ford, who was sitting next to me, couldn’t see. I shouldn’t have been messaging her, for many reasons, but none of that was going to stop me.
Brody: I have skills.
Brody: Hut gave it to me in case I need to contact you while your dad and stepmom are “on the loose.”
She chuckled, the sound drawing me in even more. And damn if I didn’t want to hear that soft tinkle over and over again.
Lola: As if they're serial killers.
She looked at me again, and I shot off another message. We were talking in secret surrounded by people who didn’t know. Any one of them could glance between us and have suspicions, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was trying to tell myself she was my in, but even I knew it was a lie. She was starting to get under my skin, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Brody: Can never be too careful.
Lola: Mmmm
I smiled at her, the kind of smile I didn’t give out freely, and her cheeks heated. She glanced away and picked up her grilled cheese, taking another bite.
Brody: That really does look delicious.
She chewed slowly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Lola: It is.
She raised her brow.
Lola: You want a bite?
I raised my own brow in return and tilted my head to the side.
Brody: That you offering, kid?
Her chest expanded as she pulled in a breath, and I was sure, if I was closer, I’d have heard her gasp. There was a line we had drawn, but neither of us seemed to care anymore.
Lola: Maybe. Not sure you could handle all this cheese though, old man. Not good for your heart.