Page 7 of Hide and Seek
“Or the dance with no pants,” I add.
“Perhaps they’re more the type to take trips to poundtown?” Jace muses.
“I can’t see them being the knocking boots type,” I tell my brother.
“No, me either,” Jace says seriously.
“Oh my god,” Felix mutters, but his smile tells us he’s enjoying the teasing.
“Ha ha ha,” Killian fake laughs and flips us off. “You’re hilarious.”
“We know,” we say in unison.
“Have a good night,” I call as they head toward our door.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Jace says with a salacious grin. “Among other things,” he adds and taps the side of his neck.
Felix slaps his hand over the hickeys and bite marks that Killian keeps giving him.
Killian just grins and wraps his arm around Felix’s shoulder. “No promises.”
Felix’s cheeks flush pink, but he’s grinning as Killian leads him out of our room.
“I’m so making Felix a bone book,” Jace says when we’re alone. “Do you think he’ll actually kick us in the shins?”
“Probably.”
“Why is your face like that?”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “My face is your face.”
“Then why is my face like that?” he asks.
“Like what?”
“Like someone shoved a giant stick up your ass but you’re too uptight to enjoy it.”
“It’s nothing.”
He spits his gum up into the air and catches it in his mouth. “Liar.” He drops his gaze to meet mine. “Your Spidey sense is going off.”
I nod.
“Is it about the kid? Because mine has been going nuts since we found out he’s the one we’ve been looking for.”
I nod again. “There’s more to whatever’s going on than just his part in what happened to Felix.”
“Yeah.” He presses his gum into a piece of scrap paper on his desk. “I’m getting that vibe too. There’s something going on with that kid.”
“I’m going to go for a walk.” I stand abruptly.
“You mean you’re going to check on our hacker friend and do some recon around the Boondocks,” he says with a knowing grin.
I don’t bother answering and grab my lightweight black jacket off my bed and pull it on. Jace watches, that damn grinstill on his face as I gather my gear and fill my pockets with the various tools that might come in handy.
“Don’t wait up,” I tell him.
“I never do.” He spins back around so he’s facing his computer and wiggles his mouse to flash it up. “Don’t get caught.”
