Page 156 of Sin With Me

What?

“Congrats,” I say slowly, and his amused gaze slides to mine. I shake my head, forcing myself to stop reeling from the turn in events. I’d expected him to ask me out, but now that he’s not, it’s throwing me for a loop.

My brows crash together. Did I want him to?

No. Definitely not.

Right?

“Thanks,” he laughs, turning his attention back to his phone. “But I haven’t been there in person yet. I saw the ad in the paper and had a phone interview, but they wanted to meet me before agreeing to anything. You know how it goes.” He waves his hand dismissively and I nod. I don’t. I have no idea. I’m not allowed to have a job. I bite my cheek. Another thing I can’t say. “Anyway, I have no idea where it’s at. Could you show me?”

He turns his phone around, letting me see a map of Divinity Falls on the screen. I huff out a breathy laugh and scoot my chair closer to him, leaning across the corner of the table to get a better view.

“May I?” I ask, pointing at the phone.

He pushes it into my hand, and I grin to myself as I pinch the screen, enlarging the map. I search for the street Bob’s Auto Shop is on. I can see why he was confused. The Maps app hasn’t been updated with the newer shops in Divinity.

Every so often, I glance up at him from under my lashes, and his eyes snap away. It takes me looking at him three times to realize it’s my tits he’s staring at, not me.

It was hot, and when Isaac is gone, I can wear the things I normally don’t. So I’m wearing one of my usual sundresses, but this one is a bit tighter and shorter than usual, and my tits spill over the lace top. It’s not his fault for staring, it was mine when I chose to wear this.

But he could be a bit more discreet.

“Here,” I breathe, sliding the phone across the table to him. I tap on the screen, showing him the road the building is on. “You have to drive about five minutes out of town and turn down the old ranch road to get there. But you can’t miss it.” He roughly clears his throat and nods a few times.

“Thanks,” he rasps.

Seconds later, Cassie bustles by and drops off our drinks, barely sparing a moment to hear me say thank you before heading back inside.

I pull my drink to my mouth and take a deep swallow, my eyes fluttering closed as it instantly quenches my thirst. Marcus makes a choking sound and my eyes snap to his. I blink rapidly, my cheeks turning red for reasons other than the heat.

“Looks good,” he rasps, his voice deep and filled with gravel.

My mouth falls open and my head slowly tilts to the side. His voice sounds familiar in an odd way. It doesn’t freak me out or send shivers down my spine, nor does it make me feel comfortable. There’s just that tiny thing inside my brain, feeling almost like deja vu, but you can’t place where or why.

“Uh huh,” I awkwardly agree, my cheeks on fire.

We’re still sitting too close to each other, his slick arm resting against mine. Our gazes meet, and, for one brief moment, I can almost pretend I’m out on a date with a guy my age, one who actually likes me and can be seen in public with me. My lips part as the images flit through my mind like a movie, then I blink and the bubble pops.

“Eve, I–”

“Howdy, bitches.”

He shoves his chair back, letting it topple to the ground. I jolt away, my heart lurching into my throat as I glare up at Oli. She grins like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Who are you?” she asks, jerking her chin at Marcus as she slides into her chair, ignoring the way he’s fumbling to right his own. She stares at him in that unnerving way of hers, still grinning while he stumbles over his words.

“This is Marcus,” I answer for him, and he gives me a thankful look. “You saw him at the meeting the other night.”

Her eyes narrow as she scans him. “What’s your poison? Dexies? Snow? Ice, maybe?” I groan, scrubbing my hand over my face. She snaps, jolting forward. “I bet you’re a Moon Rocks kinda guy.”

His mouth gapes open as he blinks in confusion. “Moon–snow…” He rubs his stubble covered jaw. “What the hell is a dexie?”

Oli gives him a look that screams oh, bless your heart. “Triple A lingo, my guy. Get with it.” She smirks, snagging her drink. “I bet it’s the sauce,” she mutters around her straw, the thick pink liquid slowly making its way to her mouth. “The hot ones always go for the sauce.”

“Sauce? Triple…” He looks at me again, completely at a loss for words. I don’t blame him. I’m lost, too. Just not for words. I have plenty of them.

Gripping his forearm, I shoot a look around, making sure we’re alone. “She means AA,” I whisper. His throat bobs as he swallows, nodding slowly. I glare at my best friend and hiss, “You can’t just go around saying that, Oli. People deserve discretion.”

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