Page 48 of Play With Me
“Yeah, see you there.”
We hang up, and a minute later, a link appears on my phone. I pull it open and scroll through the menu options. Never been to this place, but it’s a Cuban restaurant near campus and it looks delicious. I’m always open to trying new things.
It seems I really am practicing that, too, with Colton and all.
Fuck that guy. This means Maya is gonna ask questions, and there’s a reason she’s a PI. She’s good at digging up information. And she can read me like a book.
She already knows I’m into a dude.
This is going to be a shitshow.
And it is. As much as I love my sister, the minute I step into the Cuban restaurant, she clocks me.
“Oh. My. God. You’re in love!” she squeals, and I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks flame.
“Fuck off, Maya. I am not.”
“You are in dick-obsessed man-love.”
She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I apologize to the hostess, who is trying not to laugh. At least someone can find the humor in this. Not me, though. This is fucking embarrassing.
“Don’t worry,” the woman reassures me. “Youdolook smitten.”
I sigh when I realize I’m not winning this one.
“It’s two against one, apparently,” Maya adds, looking smug.
“Thanks, I’m gonna—” I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence before my sister smashes into me, pulling me into a hug and then rubbing my head aggressively.
My hair is messed up now. I can feel it sticking up in all different directions, but I don’t bother tamping it down. It will only fuel her to do it again. She’s such a bully.
“Come on, table’s over here. I ordered an appetizer too. Empanadas. Delish.”
She leads me toward a table, and I take a seat, meeting her gaze and watching as she puts her chin on her hands.
“So, tell me everything.”
“No,” I say, gulping down some water. Is it hot in here? It’s fucking hot in here.
“Come on. Tell me. I wanna know.”
“No way. If I tell you anything, soon everyone will know.”
She gasps and then grins. “Yeah, you’re right, but you’ll tell me. You always do.”
I don’t deny it, just stuff my mouth full of empanadas when the waitress sets them on the table and listen as my sister talks about her most recent PI cases.
Apparently, people love to cheat with the blinds open. It’s far too easy to catch the bad guys.
I should definitely not mention Colton and his thoughts about his dad’s death to her. Absolutely not.
“Have you ever investigated a murder?” I blurt.
Her eyes widen, interest lingering there. “What? Why? Who’s dead?”
She looks almost feral, and I realize she was right. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“Never mind.”
