“You’re not going after him for this. If you do, I’ll castrate you.”
“You like making threats, don’t you?”
“I like putting them in action too. Try me and you’ll find out.”
“Oh, I think I want to. I’m looking forward to it.” To prove it, I took another sip of her coffee without breaking eye contact with her. “Tell me where he is.”
“I won’t let you—”
“I’m not going to hurt him. Don’t you think he owes me an apology? Or do you think that’s too much to ask?”
She opened her mouth, closed it. Sighed. “No,” she said, capitulating. “It’s not too much to ask. He went fishing with my dad.”
“So…” I looked at her lips. Her bottom lip was fuller than the top. I moved my gaze up and met hers. “You’re alone with me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. And no one would know who murdered you when I hide your body in the shed.”
I paused and threw my head back laughing.
“I like you,” I said.
“Listen, I don’t go out with guys. Ever.”
I paused. There was something about her expression that told me she wasn’t feeling as firm on this as she sounded. “Girls?”
“No.”
“Never had a boyfriend?”
“Never met anyone who measured up.”
“To what?”
“My standards.”
“Tell me what they are.”
“You’re playing with me.”
“Am I?”
She let out a huff and walked to the living room. “Let’s talk about this deal so you can leave. I have a very busy day.”
“Sure.” I poured the coffee in the sink and rinsed the cup before following her to the living room. I sprawled on the couch. She leaned against the wall opposite me, eyeing me warily.
“That’s my dad’s bed. Feel free to soil it or anything.”
The house looked like it had two bedrooms and a bathroom. The two rooms must be for her and her brother.
“I like sleeping on the couch too,” I said. I stopped for a moment. I hadn’t meant to tell her that.
She gave me a bored look. “What’s the deal?”
I looked her directly in the eye. “Give me a ride.”
She blinked slowly. “Come again?”
“Until my motorcycle is finished to my satisfaction, you’re going to drive me where I need to be. Not your brother. Not your best friend. You.”