“You don’t say.” He takes a drink of his beer before placing it on the bar and shifting toward me. “What else?”
“You’re infuriating.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
I wrinkle my nose. “You think you know everything.”
“Not everything, but most things.”
I’m on a roll now, and it feels good to let loose a little. I’ve been strung too tight for too long. I need to snap to find some balance. “I hate how everyone likes you.”
He flashes that smile at me. “Thatisfrustrating.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Oh my God, stop it.”
“I’m just listening to your list of grievances.”
“Well, stop.”
He picks up his glass and tilts it in my direction. “About that shot.”
I growl, peering at the clear liquid. Maybe if I do it, I’ll get rid of him before I do something stupid.
I pick up the salt and lick my skin. I glance back at him. “Are you ready?”
“Ready.”
Caden
Cat’s tongue darts out, pressing against the back of her hand, and I have to stifle my groan.
The gods are torturing me. I came here to find some relief from her, but I can’t seem to escape, so I give in. It’s exhausting trying to fight her.
As she licks the salt from her skin, my grip tightens on my glass. She isn’t trying to be seductive, but it has that effect all the same. She downs the shot, and I do the same, hissing at the burn in my stomach.
She pops the lime between her teeth and sucks before tossing the rind in the empty glass. She shakes her head a little. “I probably shouldn’t have any more.”
“You drive here?”
“Yeah.” She props her head on her hand.
“I’ll drive you home.” Being enclosed in my truck with her sounds like a terrible idea. But since that night of the card game, I’ve been a perfect angel, and it’s starting to wear on me.
“What about my car?”
“We can come back and pick it up tomorrow.”
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
Since I met Cat, she’s seemed determined to bait me, and I don’t give in. I’ve been telling myself it’s to be good, but the truth is, my continued politeness appears to infuriate her.
And it’s fucking adorable.
I raise a brow. “You’re such a responsible woman. I wouldn’t take you for a drunk driver.”
Her spine straightens, and she sways a little on the stool. “I’d never!”
I tilt my head. “Then how did you expect to get home if I didn’t show up?”