“Fucking great,” he mutters, shoving the device back in his pocket.
“What was that all about?” I say, taking his hand again.
“Hadley is coming home.”
“Don’t look so happy about it,” I laugh as we head towards the bar. “Don’t you want to see your sister?”
“Yup. I just don’t want to do it here.”
“And why not?”
He nods towards the building. “Machlan. Hadley comes and it becomes a war around here and I’m in the middle of it. They subscribe to some hate love bullshit. They need to pick a side and go.”
“Could be fun,” I tease. “Imagine the hate sex.”
“I could never hate you. But,” he says, grabbing my ass, “I could subscribe to that too for a while if that’s what you want.”
“Too? What else you subscribing to over there, Cross?” I laugh.
He stops and stands in front of me. His green eyes look like slices of pure jade in the hazy streetlights. “I subscribe to one theory, and one theory only.”
“What’s that?”
“To keep you wanting to be my girl.”
“Always.”
The End