Page 29 of Trigger

“Aburger, okay?” I growled. “I would like a burger, too. Happy now?”

“Yes.”

Thorsen

“Stopstaring at me,” Carter said without opening his eyes.

Igrinned. “How do you know I’m staring at you?”

“I canfeel your eyes drilling a hole in my head.”

“Yourface has the most amazing bone structure,” I mused. “Did anyone ever told youthat?”

Heshook his head in frustration.

“Thethings that come out of your mouth, Thorsen.”

“Yeah,well… I’m bored.”

“I’mbored, too, but I’m not talking gibberish.”

“It’snot gibberish. It’s a compliment. You can thank me for it or even return it.”

“Thankyou. Now shut the fuck up.”

Iturned my head away from him and sneezed before facing him again.

“You’renot getting sick, are you?” Carter said, propping himself on his elbow. “Do youhave a fever?”

Whenhe felt my forehead, I stifled a smile. So, the bastard cared about me, afterall. Or maybe he just didn’t want to stay here alone with my rotting corpse.

“Youdon’t have a fever,” he concluded, sounding relieved. “But the next time youdress, please consider the weather. You’re not on vacation.”

“What’swrong with my clothes?” I protested as he lay down beside me. “Don’t I looknice?”

“Youlook like a macaw. What’s with all the colors?”

“What’swith all the black?” I countered. “Besides, ladies like my wardrobe. Gentlemen,too.”

“Consideringyou’re still single, I doubt it, Thorsen.”

“Speakingof, have you ever been in love?”

“I’min a relationship, remember?”

“Yeah,but you’re not in love with Vicky.”

Carterlooked at me sharply.

“What?Of course, I am. Why would you say that?”

Ishrugged, wiggling my toes to boost my circulation. “You don’t look in love.”

“Andwhat does a man in love look like?”

“Happier,for starters.”

Hedidn't like that, judging by the green storm brewing in his eyes.

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