Page 26 of Eye Candy

“I’d say the guy is way too old for you. He’s ancient.”

I laughed. “He’s only a few years older than you.”

“Hey, a few years is all that separates ancient from wise and mature.”

God. What the hell was I going to do with this guy? Well, I could think of a few things, especially with that prescription paper folded up in my pocket. “Go find Mike, please. We havea few stops to make today.” The pharmacy, for one, and then… then I wanted to pay a visit to this Fang guy, see if he could do anything for me.

Now that my legs were feeling better, I wanted to get out of this damned house.

The past few days, Mike and Kieran had been working on changing one of the house’s many guest rooms into an exercise room for me. Mike had a lot of equipment already that he was letting me borrow. A treadmill, some weight-lifting machines. Kieran had to run out and buy yoga mats and small handheld weights for me to strengthen my arms with. I hadn’t used any of it yet, but I would. Maybe tonight.

I was in a good mood. My bandage could stay off. I was one step closer to being fully healed, I got the prescription I wanted, and I was going to see this Fang guy. What more could a girl want?

Kieran got Mike; he’d gone upstairs for something. When I saw them both walking down the stairs together, something in my lower gut heated up.

God, they really were handsome, weren’t they? Both of them should be totally off-limits to me, but that didn’t stop me from wondering what it’d be like.

“So, where are we going?” Kieran asked once he was back by my side. Behind him, Mike said nothing, but the man’s hazel eyes were on me. “Don’t think your father would appreciate any out-of-town road trips, but—”

“First we’re going to the pharmacy, and then I want to visit Lola’s guy, Fang?” The way I said his name made it sound like a question, and I guess that was because I still couldn’t get over the fact that a guy went by the name Fang. It was just weird.

At the mention of Fang, Mike groaned, but kept any opinions of the man to himself.

“Fang,” Kieran repeated his name as we stepped out of the house. “Sounds like a totally normal, one-hundred percent sane guy. I personally can’t wait to meet him.” Sarcasm dripped off each word.

“Are you ever not sarcastic?” I asked.

“Only when the situation doesn’t call for it.”

“That… that doesn’t even make sense.”

All Kieran did was shrug.

We got on the road after that, though there was some arguing about whose car we would take. Taking two cars everywhere was pointless, so I elected we just take one. Kieran refused to sit in the back while Mike drove, so we were forced to take his car so I could sit in the front with him while Mike was in the back.

Mike didn’t seem to care too much, going along with whatever.

Our first stop was the pharmacy, and I went in to get my prescription, Kieran and Mike as my shadows, though they kept their distance from me after I’d asked them to. I… I didn’t want them knowing what I was getting.

Birth control pills, because, yeah, I wanted to have sex.

I just didn’t know who I wanted to have sex with, but I’d figure that out later.

After the night at the club, I’d thought long and hard about what I wanted. Instead of making my dad’s life a living hell because he’d used my kidnapping to win the mayor’s race, I think I wanted to focus on myself—something I’d never done before. The hair and the other item I was still waiting on arriving were two parts of that. Having this Fang guy makesomething for my hand was another part. The birth control, too.

Once I had my pills in a small paper bag, I rolled it up. Kieran was nosy, but I refused to answer any questions. We got in the car and I gave him the address Lola had given me for Fang. She’d also given me his number, but I kind of wanted to see the guy, show him what he’d be working with when it came to my hand and all that jazz.

I was kind of excited to meet him, honestly. I didn’t know what to expect.

So, as Kieran drove us there, I turned to look at Mike in the backseat. His tall, wide body looked almost comical in the back, his knees spread, his shoulders slumped a bit. “Have you met Fang before?”

Mike nodded, his eyes flicking to me. The way he watched me made me bite the inside of my cheek.

“What’s he like?” I never let Mike’s quietness get to me. The guy could speak; he just decided, most of the time, not to. And he wasn’t broody about it, not like those mysterious types in movies and stuff. His silence was just a part of him.

“Weird” was what Mike ended up saying.

“So, this dude’s name is Fang and he’s weird? Gee wiz, that’s shocking,” Kieran deadpanned. “Here I was thinking he’d be the most normal person in this entire city.” He was going to say more, but one look from me stopped him from further rambling on.

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