Page 88 of Wicked Little Game
“Come on, we need to get up,” I say as I hear a car in the driveway. “My team is here. You’ll like them.”
I think about holding her hand as we walk to the door, but she shoves them into the arms of her sweater, deciding for me.
Her eyes are red and swollen and I catch her looking at her reflection in the mirror before we walk out of the door. She’s nervous, it’s obvious, but she really doesn’t need to be.
A black pickup stands in the driveway, a humongous thing, and I have a suspicion who got to pick out the car this time.
“That’s Logan,” I tell her as a black-haired guy slams the passenger door shut, walking towards us with a smile on his face.
“Hi,” Ruby says while he looks her up and down, his smile turning into a frown as he glares at me.
“Why is she crying?” he snarls at me while Ruby looks at him with big eyes. “Did you make her cry? Did he make you cry?”
She just looks over at me, a helpless expression on her face, and I groan.
“No, I did not make her cry and now tone it down, you moron.”
Logan only seems pleased when Ruby nods, the charming smile back on his face as he holds his hand out to greet her.
“Logan Cabrera, it's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m—”
This time I’m the one interrupting them.
“Who let you pick out the car?” I yell as Max jumps out of it, his face lighting up as he sees me. While Logan is dressed for the occasion, Max looks like he’s waiting for his check in at an all-inclusive resort. The only thing missing is a Piña colada in his hand.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Logan rolling his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to Ruby, but Max just yells over him.
“Bloody hell, LT, I fuckin’ missed ya,” he screams before he greets me with a hug.
We all repeatedly told him that his hugs border on physical assault, but he means it well. He really is like a golden retriever turned human. Maybe Logan stole him out of a facility where they experimented on shit like that.
“You’re the one who made him so crazy in the past weeks, eh?” he asks Ruby and a tiny smile flashes over her face.
“That’s Max, and you shouldn’t listen to anything he says,” I say while he greets her with a hug. A way softer one, at least.
“You should see the texts he sent me about you,” he whispers in her ear, thinking I can’t hear him.
Idiot.
Before he can fish his phone out of his pocket, I slap the back of his head.
“Don’t want to hurt you in front of a lady,” I hiss and he raises his hands in defeat.
“I'll show you later,” he tells her.
“Hell you will,” I mumble, giving Logan a look that sayskeep him in check, because Rockwell gets out of the car.
He looks tired, as if the last few hours have aged him a few years. Long car rides with Logan and Max do this to a person.
He puts on a friendly smile, nodding to me before he reaches his hand out to greet Ruby.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Barron,” he says while she looksat him a bit like a lost puppy. “Even though the circumstances are less fortunate.”
“Please, Ruby is enough,” she says with a smile and he nods.
A few moments later, Max and Logan try their best to get Ruby’s attention. A pang of jealousy shoots through me but I know that they only do it to distract her, and because they all seem to share the same humor, which is equal parts good and concerning.
