Page 71 of Falling in Reverse

I mean…

Allowing myself one last examination of the man in front of me, he would be pretty bomb to have around.

If he wasn’t part of the desolate dickheads.

However, let’s get one thing straight, even without that, I think I’d get tired of the cocky, everything is tubular all the time bullshit.

Regardless, during my assessment of him, I can’t help but like all of what’s in front of me.

He’s not huge, but he appears fit. The skin I can find looks like he works out, his sweats hug his hips, and I’m a sucker for a dude in cotton pants that can be classified as easy access and casually not giving a fuck.

“Like what you see, McQueen?”

“Not going to deny it,” I vouch. “However, I’m not open to dating a Forsaken fuck.”

“Never said anything about dating,” he retorts. “You gotta have subject matter before I’ll even consider that.”

“Ah, right. My bad. Well, that leaves me out. We wouldn’t have shit in common and I’m already dating someone so?—”

“I highly doubt that.” He drops his attentive gaze down the length of me in return, taking in my tight blue jeans and black tee that says Boss on it. “I’m already interested, McQueen.”

“Be interested. If you were planning a future with me previously in your head, your buddy isn’t invited to the wedding.”

Reeve’s lips, these really silky-smooth pair that he should have taken away from him, heave into an arrogant smirk. “He’ll live.”

“You good, Bay?” My eyes close on their own, Travis’s worried tone hitting the side of my face like someone just gave me a single blow to the temples.

Straightening my features, I steer my attention to him and force a smile. “Yeah.” I notice the several paperbacks in his hands of all different sizes. “Did you find some good stuff?”

Travis’s interest is already on Reeve. The whole point of getting out of here was for this not to happen. “Some.”

“Cool.” I step up to him, blocking his view of Reeve and subtly ushering him to the counter so we can dip. “Let’s go check out.”

“You’re Reeve Stanton.” My eyes narrow on Travis, surprised that he’d even know who he was unless he’s been around the house to see his dad, the sheriff.

“I am,” Reeve replies then extends a hand. “And you are?”

Travis’s face goes from slightly curious to a downward scowl. “What are you doing here?”

Reeve doesn’t remove his palm, still holding it out for my friend to shake. “Seems to be the question of the afternoon today.”

“Are you trying to finish the job?” Travis accuses, his voice rising a tad like he’s about to lose his entire shit. “You know that she’s protected, right? That you’d fuck up big time if you laid a finger on her.”

“Trav, chill,” I mutter under my breath, seeking to quickly defuse the rising situation. “Let’s go.”

“You lookin’ to make an enemy out of me, kid?” Reeve counters back with a heaved brow. “Because I’m trying to shake your hand, not kill your friend.”

“She’s more than a friend,” Travis bites out, and his face begins to pinken in rage. “And you screwed up.”

“Wasn’t there.”

“But your boy was.”

“I don’t answer for all the actions of other people,” Reeve retorts with his damn arm still extended. “I’m not God. And even if I was, I’d still tell you that it’d be in your best interest to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut when you’re talking to me.”

“Don’t threaten him,” I leer, maneuvering my attention back to him. “You don’t say anything to my friends.”

Reeve drops his limb and takes a confident, high and mighty step in my direction. “Apparently, you’re more than a friend. Remember when I said I didn’t care if you had a boyfriend…”

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