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I felt the blood drain from my face. "Mom and Pops?"
Zellman's eyebrows bunched together. "You know, Heather." He indicated behind me, toward the bar. "And your brother. He knows we're coming to get you. He agreed with us."
"He did?"
My jaw was on the floor. I could've used it to sweep the floor.
Things were better with Channing. I didn't ignore him when he talked to me now. But we had a long way to go.
"He did." Zellman unfolded his arms and clapped me on the back. "Grab your tits! Let's go."
Jordan and Z headed back through the door. Only Cross registered the statement, and he waited until the door closed behind them. "If Alex Ryerson had said that, he'd be impaled with a knife already."
I laughed, but my pulse had started to speed up. It was Cross and me again. We were alone. In a room.
I was already hot and bothered.
"I've heard him say the same thing to you." That was Zellman's phrase when he wasn't thinking, was distracted by something else going on. "He doesn't register that I actually have tits."
Cross looked me up and down, lingering on my lips. "I've never had any trouble registering that." He started toward me, but halted abruptly. He eyes dropped to my tits. "Yeah. Too soon here." Walking backward, he winked as his back hit the screen door. "And just so we're clear, I'm intending to grab your tits someday. I've been intending for a long time."
He backed out and was off toward the guys.
A whole flurry of nerves, excitement, thrill, and fear plunged through me at breakneck speed. I took a moment for myself before I followed him out the door.
