Page 14 of Best Served Cold

He broke eye contact with River and smirked at Gray. “No big.” He flicked his gaze to me, still saying to Gray, “It’s not me you need to worry about.”

“You sure?” River asked, his concern obvious.

Zane nodded, his expression going soft as he looked at his twin.

Huh? Why were they so concerned about Zane kissing me? Was it the guy thing? Gray was gay, and the twins were close with him and his boyfriend, so it couldn’t be that. Right?

“Ten on Rath to bail first.” River grinned at Bubbles.

“Same,” Gray said.

He looked at Tiny.

“Ten on Zane.” Tiny looked at Zane apologetically.

Zane shrugged, completely unbothered by any of what was going on.

“I guess we’re doing this?” I asked them collectively. I didn’t remember actually consenting to the dare, but I hadn’t said no, either.

“Your call.” Zane’s eyes met mine. “You can always concede now and tell me your name.”

“That’s not going to work.” I slid off the stool I was partially perched on. “What was that you said about writing a check you can’t cash? Time to cash it.”

His glare intensified as he stood.

“This is so weird,” Gray muttered. “Like an accident you can’t look away from.”

Zane smirked and stepped closer to me.

I glanced around.

The bartender was at the other end of the bar talking to a small group of elderly men who always seemed to be occupying those seats whenever we were here. The one waitress was currently off the floor, and the few occupied tables were filled with quiet groups or couples who were focused on whatever they were talking about.

No one was paying us any attention.

“What? Scared of being seen doing gay shit?” Zane casually ran his hand through his hair.

The twins had the same haircut but wore them slightly differently. Both had closely shaved sides and styled the top part so the longest strands ended just below their chins while the rest tapered to blend in with the sides.

River tended to push his hair back from his face while Zane’s typically flopped over to the left side.

Something about Zane’s hair intrigued me. Mine was weird. The strands were thin and didn’t have much bulk, but I had a lot of hair, so instead of the full and glossy locks the twins had, mine looked fluffy and unkempt if I didn’t tame it with massive amounts of product.

Did Zane use products and that was how he always looked like a hair model? And how the fuck could both his and River’s hair look so perfect and clean after slogging away in the heat all day?

“No,” I answered belatedly. Did he notice me staring at his hair like a creeper? “Just making sure you don’t alarm the locals when I make you moan.”

“Keep dreaming.”

I stepped closer. I’d never been able to resist a challenge, and the thought of Zane conceding to me and everyone seeing it shoved all my reservations about this asinine bet out of my head.

“Something tells me you’re the one who’ll be dreaming about this later.” Only a few feet separated us now.

“Not gonna happen.” He took another half step closer. “There’s still time to bail before I embarrass your ass.”

“Thinking about my ass again?” I asked, interjecting as much mocking into my voice as I could. “You really are obsessed with me.”

He glared at me and walked right into my space, our chests almost brushing as our toes bumped. “Last chance.”

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