Page 26 of Demons

“Don’t care.”

“Jesus, Thatch,” he grumbled.

Not needing his commentary, I ate my fry while watching her approach our booth.

“Hello,” she said with a slight tremor to her voice.

“Capri,” King replied. “I hope you enjoyed your lunch.”

I watched her shift her attention to King. He didn’t make her nervous. That was good. I was sure it would piss me off if he did.

“I did. Thank you,” she replied, and then her eyes moved back to mine.

She was waiting on me to say something. Explain my reason for bringing her over here. As much fun as it was to watch her squirm, I didn’t trust King not to send her on her way. He was stepping into shit he didn’t need to be involved in. One little cleanup with the stablehand, and he was now on some mission to save me or them. I wasn’t sure who.

“Come to the ranch tomorrow,” I told her. “I want you to take Zephyr out for a run. Not full speed, but a run.”

I ignored the look I was getting from King and watched her reaction instead. The flush on her face gave away the excitement she was trying to contain. I liked it when she was flushed. Especially the other night, when I’d watched her finger-fuck herself.

“Okay, yes. Um, what time?” she stammered, barely glancing at King, who was remaining silent.

“Seven,” I replied.

She nodded her head, and there was that smile. “I’ll be there.”

I picked up another fry and ate it while she seemed unsure of what to do next.

Why did I love how fucking awkward she could be? What was it that made me want to just sit and watch her?

“You don’t have to keep your friends waiting,” King told her.

Fucker.

She glanced at him, then back at me. I nodded my head once, and she seemed to relax.

“Okay, uh, well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will.” I smirked.

I kept my eyes on her ass while she walked toward the exit.

“What are you doing?” King asked.

“Eating.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you fucking know it.”

Yeah, he was butting in where he wasn’t needed. That was what I knew.

“Why don’t you stop worrying about me and focus on you?” I suggested.

“I’m not worried about you,” he ground out. “I am worried about Capri.”

I stilled, not liking that he thought of her at all. “She’s not yours to worry about. You got a wife and kid.”

He sighed. “You know that’s not what I am saying. She’s too fucking innocent for you to mess with.”

“Never said I was gonna fuck her.”

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