Page 205 of Breaking the Rules
It works.
Hunter looks up from his client—a burly guy getting something on his calf—and raises a brow.
His client whispers something.
Hunter whispers back. Laughs. "Even Jed knows you're a two pump, chump, Dean."
Dean jumps—actually jumps—onto the counter.
I push my books aside. "Step on my textbook and you die."
"You gonna sic your boy on me?" Dean asks.
"Maybe." I look to Hunter. "Would you kill Dean if I asked?"
"Think I'd have to get in line." His lips curl into a half-smile. "But yeah."
My chest warms. Dean called Hunter my boy. Hunter didn't correct him.
It doesn't mean anything, but it feels good all the same.
"We're gonna have to wrestle for that one," Walker says.
Chloe jumps in. "He's dying by my hand or not at all."
Dean blows her a kiss. "Sunshine, I can't think of a better way to die."
She blushes.
"And fuck knows none of you can take Chloe," Dean says.
Walker nods.
Hunter too.
She is a total badass. She reconnected with Ryan at their Aikido dojo. There are a lot of rumors about whether or not she kicked Ryan's ass (Ryan plays along, says she did, but she admits she's never come close. Either way, she's masterful. I've seen her throw Dean over her shoulder. Multiple times. He's way into it. Or maybe just into her touching him).
Dean leans in to whisper. "Is he treating you well?"
"We're just friends," I say.
Dean nodsuh-huh."That hurts, Em, that you think I'd narc to Brendon."
"Or maybe that you can't keep your voice down?"
"Maybe." He laughs. "But mostly the thing I said."
"Really." I press my lips together. "I'm not as enlightened as you. Can't work with someone I'm fucking."
He gives me that sameuh-huhnod. "It's 'cause he's not packing enough heat, isn't it?"
"Why are you so obsessed with dicks?"
"Like you aren't thinking about it right now."
Uh… No comment.
He smirks. "That's what I thought."
