Page 76 of Forever We Fall

“What are you, ten?” He slides a glance my way.

My laugh is deep. “I like riling people up. It usually doesn’t take much.”

“No, not when you look like you do.” Arlo shoves out the side door and heads for the main building.

“How do I look?”

He gestures toward me with a flailing hand.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, copying his movement.

“Tall and broad and hot as fuck.” My cheeks pull into a full smirk.

“You think I’m hot?”

Arlo groans. “You know I do.”

“Yes,” I purr. “I know you do.”

“Jesus.” He takes a half-step and pulls at the waist of his pants. “Will you stop? We’re headed to the headmaster’s office.”

“I mean, if I can get you hot and bothered on the way to Bridgeport’s office, I don’t think there’s anything I can’t do.” I lick my lips the way I know he likes.

“Hota.” Arlo jerks his gaze toward the front. I watch his Adam’s apple bob.

It’s nice to be able to mess with him again. I’ve missed this. I think he has too. “Fine. I won’t tell you how good your ass looks when you squat or how I imagine sucking your—” I run into his back and bounce hard. “Shit. Sorry.” I scramble back a step.

Then I follow his gaze to the marked car sitting in the parking lot in front of the main building.

“Look at me.”

I push enough authority into my voice that he complies without question. I smile at him. “We knew this would come. We know what to do. Right?”

A twinkle returns to his eyes. “What is it you’re sucking on?”

Thewhatin question lengthens in my pants and I groan. Arlo grins, turns toward the door, and carries on as though nothing happened. Now I’m the one adjusting my pants as we head for the main office.

When Arlo pulls open the door, two people in cheap uniforms sit in the waiting area. My best friend, my best everything, nods to them and then turns toward Miss Booth.

I cut him off before he has a chance to speak. “We’re here to see the headmaster.”

“Yes.” She nods too fast and fans a hand toward his office. “He’ll see you now.”

“But, we’d rather see you.” I wink at her.

She shakes her head and doesn’t even give me her usual flirty smile. Her gaze flicks toward the officers behind us. “Go, Mr. Kido.”

I bow my head. “Yes, Miss Booth.”

We head for the door. The detectives’ eyes are on us. It’s why I made a show of flirting with Miss Booth, not that I wouldn’t anyway. I just want them to see us unbothered by the summons.

After all, we have nothing to hide.

It’s already hidden.

“Boys.” Bridgeport waves us in and motions to the seats opposite his desk. “Please, close the door behind you.”

I do, and then Arlo and I make our way to the chairs and sit. It’s odd that we’d both be in here at the same time since Arlo’s piece of shit is missing. I try not to let the anomaly trouble me.

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