Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

I nodded to him in acknowledgment.

“We’re cool, right?”

I thought about it. I was still pissed, but going after him felt cruel. Like kicking a puppy. Besides, I liked his sister. A whole damn lot.

“Yeah,” I answered, walking back to the living room. “We’re cool.”

“Can I hang out with you?”

I was saved from answering when we heard heavy footsteps coming.

“Hey!” She was frowning as she stepped in the living room. “Are you guys done? Is that beer? You gave him beer?”

She glared at the beer I was holding.

“Calm down, Kar.” He waved his hand. “It’s not beer.”

“What is it?”

She squinted as he shook it in front of her. “Just a juice box.”

“I have to talk to your sister,” I told him, but I was looking at her. “Alone.”

“Kar?” There was worry in his voice.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Distrustful.

I gave her a small smile, challenging her.

You can’t handle being alone with me, can you?

Her smile was sharp.

Oh, yes, I can. I can crush you if I want to.

“Go ahead. I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll wait for you outside.”

“It’s going to take a while. Go home, Dylan.”

“You sure?”

She nodded, shooed him away.

I looked at Dylan. “I got her. I’ll take her home.”

He must have seen something in my face that reassured him. He patted his sister’s shoulder, told her he’d see her at home, and left.

Then the door closed.

And I was alone with her.

At last.

Chapter 11

Kara