Page 29 of Bound by Family
Me: Care to tell me more?
B: Not really.
I full-out laugh, loving the way she says what she wants. That spark in her is an attraction I can’t hide.
Me: You’re making me bust a gut here.
B: Am I that funny?
Me: Yeah, and cute.
B: I’m not cute.
Me: Yes, you are.
B: No, I’m not.
Me: Yes, you are.
B: Are we really going to argue about whether I’m cute or not? Which I’m not.
Hell yes, she is. Even over texting. I can only imagine her in person or on the phone.
Flirting. That’s exactly what I’m doing, and it feels damn good.
Me: Yes, I like it.
B: You like arguing with me?
Me: What did you do after the rally?
B: Way to avoid.
I write nothing back and wait, wanting to know exactly what she did. The thought of some asshole getting with her doesn’t sit right with me one bit.
B: Dropped off Leah and went home.
Me: Home to …
B: You’re baiting me.
Yes. Yes, I am. I need to know.
B: To my house, ALONE.
At that, I reach over to my small nightstand and grab my old baseball. I lay flat on the bed, toss it up into the air, then catch it. It’s been a long damn time since I played. Luckily for me, I can text with one hand.
Me: Damn shame.
B: I’m used to it.
Me: Being alone?
B: Yep.
Me: Are your parents around?
I’m not sure why, but her saying that she’s alone doesn’t sit right in my gut. Her not having someone for any reason pisses me off. She has brothers, but are they not around or do they live all over the place?
