Page 12 of Hit and Run
My phone buzzes in my purse. I ignore it. When we’re finished eating, the waitress comes back to our table.
“Did anyone save room for dessert?” She’s looking at Zack like she wants to have him for dessert.
“Not tonight, thank you,” Zack answers for all of us. The girl’s face falls and I scoff.
“Is there a problem, Sienna?” Zack glares at me. The waitress sets the check down and scurries off.
“No problem at all.” I hold his stare. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch TJ put money in the book and set it back down.
“Zack.” TJ tries to get his attention. Zack doesn’t break our stare. I smirk. This asshole thinks he can intimidate me. I don’t scare easily. “Zack,” TJ says sterner. This time Zack breaks eye contact. I turn to Wren. Her face is bright red.
“I think it’s time for us to leave,” I state.
“I wish you wouldn’t,” TJ says. “I’d like to spend more time with you and get to know you more.”
“I’ve had a good time, but I really think it’s time for us to go,” I tell him.
“You can leave whenever you’re ready. Wren will be staying with me,” Zack deadpans.
“Like hell she is. She came with me, she’ll leave with me.”
“Sienna, it’s okay. Zack can bring me home later.” Wren tries to ease the tension.
“Please do not make me call Shade,” I whisper to her. She gapes at me.
“Who is Shade,” Zack asks, trying to mask his anger. I see right through him.
“My brother,” she turns to face him.
“You mean the criminal whose part of that gang,” he spits out.
“It’s not a fucking gang,” I seethe. TJ places a hand on my arm, telling me to back down, which I won’t. I may have just met Shade and the brothers, but they have treated me with more respect than this needle dick has in his pinky. Wren is timid and doesn’t like confrontation, so I understand why she won’t speak up. I’ll be a big enough bitch for both of us.
“Right.” Zack has a trace of humor in his eyes. I dig my nails into my palm trying to control the urge to grab my steak knife and cut this motherfucker.
“Let’s go outside,” TJ suggests. “I think we all could use some fresh air.”
We all stand from the table. Wren walks to my side and links arms with me. We walk outside together.
“I’m sorry,” Wren whispers.
“What the hell do you have to be sorry about?”
“The whole night. I should have stood up for my brother,” she sighs.
“Oh, girl.” Once outside, she walks over to Zack, wrapping her arms around his waist. I pull my phone out. There’s a text from Shade.
Mystery Man:How’s the date going?
TJ walks over and I turn the screen off, dropping it back into my purse.
“I’m sorry for the way Zack acted toward you,” he says.
“You have no reason to be sorry,” I tell him. “You can’t control his behavior.”
“True, but still. I hope you don’t hold it against me. I’d like to see you again,” he admits. Shit, how am I supposed to respond to that? Sorry but I’m hung up on a one night stand who happens to be my best friend’s brother? I don’t think that would go over well.
“I’m sure we could figure something out.” I give him a small smile. While Wren is saying goodbye to Zack, I give TJ my phone number against my better judgment. If he calls, I can just tell him I’m busy. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
