“Yeah, somethinglike that.”
Something glints in his eyes, and I should let him know it’s not likethat.
But it is like that, and maybe I don’t hate the fact that someone thinks it. I also don’t hate the fact that he doesn’t think I’m lying. He isn’t looking at me like I have no chance with Harmon, and that feels good.
I hand the keys to Margie. “Thank you for doing this.”
“It’s no problem.”
“Have a good day,” Dillon says to me, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
“Yeah, you too.”
I head back to the elevator and take it to the garage so I can get into my car and head home.
I need to talk to Cammy.
I burst through the door like my ass is on fire and drop onto the couch, covering my face with my hands.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cammy asks, dropping onto the couch beside my head.
I groan in response, shaking my head back and forth.
“I’m such a fucking mess!”
“Uh, yeah… aren’t we all?”
She bites into something that sounds like a chip, and I uncover my eyes so I can see what she’s eating. A bowl full of potato chips. I reach for it and get a handful before she pulls it away.
“Get your own, you gremlin.”
“Gremlin?” I laugh, sitting up. “Really?”
I pick the chips from my hand, eating them slowly.
“Sour Cream & Onion—yum.”
She rolls her eyes, grabbing the remote and pressing the play button for the TV.
“What is this?”
“Supernatural. I’m obsessed.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Well, you better get used to it because there are a lot of seasons.”
“What episode are you on?” I ask, grabbing another chip from her bowl.
“Fourth of season one.”
“So, what’s it about?”
“These two brothers are looking for their dad who went on a “hunting trip” which is code for hunting ghosts or something.”
“Oh, brothers?” I say, waggling my brows.
“I already claimed Dean, so back off.”