“I have to admit, I’ve never been one for monogamy either,” I told him.
“But?”
“But I haven’t even looked at another woman since I laid eyes on her. And I don’t want to.”
“So maybe when you’re done handling the bad guys who want to kill her, you should take her on a date. A nice stroll through the pet store. Picnic at the dog park…”
“What did you do?” Lark’s voice interrupted our conversation, making us both turn guiltily toward her. Her accusing gaze, though, was settled firmly on her best friend.
“Do? Me? Nothing.”
“Then why does he look all freaked out?” she asked, jabbing a finger toward me, but not looking away from Myles.
“I’m not freaked out,” I assured her.
“Then why does your face look like that?”
“What does it look like?”
“Like this,” she said, widening her eyes a bit and parting her lips. “But you know, the hot biker guy version.”
“Babe, I’m fine. I promise.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said, shooting me small eyes, then moving them back toward Myles. “I know you. And that’s your guilty face.”
“This is just my normal face.”
“Yeah, and it is always guilty of something when it comes to guys and me.”
“Well, you’re not wrong about that. I was just explaining that we love each other… platonically. That’s pretty much it.”
“I’m the jealous sort,” Lark admitted, wincing. “I’ve tried not to be, but I am. I can’t share. Do you share?” she asked, looking at me.
“To be honest, babe, I’ve never really been in the sort of relationship with someone where ‘sharing’ is a concern.”
“Never? You’ve never been in a monogamous relationship either?” she asked, looking between Myles and me.
“I’ve never been in a relationship… period,” I explained.
“What? Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Huh,” she said, brows drawing together. “Well, I guess that makes sense.”
“Because I am a hot biker guy?” I asked, smiling at her.
“Yeah. I mean, if I lived that lifestyle with the… cut sluts? Is that what the website called them?” she asked, looking at Myles.
“Cut sluts. Club whores…” he said, nodding.
“Really ugly terms but, like, if it is all tits and ass all the time around there, I can see why you never want to have the same meal every day when you can be sampling the menu,” she said, but her gaze fell toward the end.
I didn’t even hesitate. I moved toward her, then leaned down until my mouth was near her ear and said low enough so even nosy Myles couldn’t hear, “When the meal is as sweet as what you’re serving up, baby, I can’t see myself ever getting sick of it.”
With that, I moved out toward the back door to let the dog in, then moved out myself, giving her a chance to think that through.
I kept feeling her gaze slide in my direction as we took out all the dogs, then fed and cleaned up after them.