Page 92 of Smooth Moves
“Oh, fuck you.” She tossed his hand away and straightened to a standing ovation from the table. “And fuck you too.” But she couldn’t help grinning at them. “You morons.”
Smith didn’t apologize for insulting Cash, but he did settle down. He didn’t say much for the rest of the night, but no one asked him to leave. Reid studied him often, an odd expression on his face. He murmured something to Evan, who looked over at Smith, his eyes narrowed.
Then the pair stood. “More work to do early tomorrow. See you guys later. Oh, and the tab’s on us.” Reid smiled then flipped Smith off, shocking everyone. Reid rarely used bad language or did anything crude. “Don’t be an ass if you can help it, Smith.”
Smith tipped a beer his way. “But I can’t help it.” He paused, his gaze on Reid. “It’s in the genes.”
They stared at each other in silence before Finley whistled and whispered, “Draw your weapons on the count of ten…”
Smith snorted. “Asshole.”
The whole party broke up soon after. As Jordan turned to get in her car, Smith stopped her.
“What do you want now?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at her with a hooded gaze. “Sorry if I was out of line.”
“If?”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, okay?” he snarled and stomped away.
She answered to the wind, “Apology accepted.”
